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by Marin Thomas


  The letter inviting them here had served as a stepping-stone to their new life. When these retired marines had shown such kindness and generosity, she’d been moved to tears, not only for Andy’s sake, but her own. Not that her son hadn’t had a different attitude than hers when she’d first told him.

  “I’m not going.” He’d sounded so much like his obstinate deceased father, with that same mulish tone of voice that often crept in these days. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

  “Honey, this is a great honor for all of us. Think of it—these military men are trying to show you how much they care what your dad did to save lives.”

  “I don’t want to go.” He’d kicked the end of his bed in anger.

  “Andy—I never want to see you do that again!”

  “But a dude ranch sounds stupid!” He’d turned away from her.

  To her horror, he was becoming more and more unmanageable lately. He hadn’t seemed to enjoy the cruise vacation at all. His grandparents were so cold and controlling. Winn’s death only served to have brought a permanent winter into their lives. Though she’d been out of love with her husband for years, she ached for Andy and what he was going through, after losing his father.

  “How could a vacation like this be stupid?”

  “They’re a bunch of lame marines. I hate them!”

  Kit thought she understood. To Andy, a letter from the marines represented death and was a terrible reminder of the many months over the years his father had been away on deployment.

  This trip would be the first time in years the two of them were completely on their own without the family there to run Andy’s life. Though he’d finally stopped fighting her over the decision to bring him to Wyoming, she saw the deep misery in his eyes. Unfortunately, her darling son had no idea how much more misery was in store for him if they didn’t make the break from his grandparents, who were swallowing them alive.

  Winn and his parents had decided years ago that when Andy turned nine, he would be sent to a special elite boarding school located an hour away from Bar Harbor where discipline was strictly enforced. He’d be granted a weekend pass twice a month if he kept up his grades. He was due to start school there in mid-September.

  Winn had been sent to the same school at his age and expected that for Andy. It was tradition among the Wentworths, one of the founding families of Maine. Her husband had paid the $50,000 deposit years earlier to reserve his place.

  It didn’t matter that he was no longer alive. Andy’s grandfather would carry out his son’s wishes and ignore hers. But Andy was her son and her raison d’être. When Kit had objected because she wanted Andy at home with her, he’d stated the matter was closed.

  Since his death the tension at the Wentworth mansion had grown much worse. The out-of-the-blue letter from the ranch was a miracle, and had helped give her the jump start she needed to make some serious decisions. She knew that for her to move out and get a life of her own would be a huge change for both of them—not to mention traumatic for her in-laws.

  That’s why she needed this week in Wyoming first to prepare Andy. It would mean treading carefully to broach this plan with her son. If his anger grew any worse, he could possibly require professional help. What if in time Andy turned into his grandfather, outgrowing the sweetness of his nature he’d been born with?

  “Honey?” she said quietly. “We’ve arrived.”

  His eyes blinked open. They were a lighter gray than Winn’s. His cheek had a line indented into it from lying against the seat. When he slept he became her dear son again, instead of the impossible nine-year-old child she no longer knew.

  “Do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave the plane?”

  “No.” His rude answer resonated in the jet’s interior. He unfastened his seat belt and got up with a scowl on his face. “I told you I don’t want to be here.”

  She was sick for him, knowing he was a volcano ready to explode from all of the pain and emotion he held inside. Kit had lost her influence over him years ago, but she was his mother and he needed her. Even if he wasn’t aware of it.

  Because the family had her trapped in an emotional vise of guilt, she’d been ineffectual in dealing with him. Now, that was going to change—she couldn’t live under the same roof with her in-laws any longer. She had to leave, and when she did there’d be no going back.

  With his shoulders slumped, Andy started down the aisle behind the other passengers without saying anything else. She grabbed her handbag and followed him to the exit. When they reached the inside of the terminal, Kit saw a cowboy in well-worn boots striding toward them with unconscious male authority. A brown Western shirt and jeans covered his tall, fit physique.

  The striking male looked to be in his early thirties. He tipped back his sand-colored cowboy hat, revealing a widow’s peak of raven-black hair. There were no rings on his fingers. “Mrs. Wentworth?”

  As she moved closer his dark brown eyes sized her up. They were neither admiring or leering, one of the two looks she was used to receiving from men. For the first time since she could remember, she saw a guarded look coming from the stranger’s eyes and wondered why.

  “Are you Mr. Lundgren?”

  “No. I’m Ross Livingston, his business partner.” He possessed a deep voice, but his civil response didn’t have the Western twang she’d expected.

  “I remember your name from the letter. It’s a great pleasure to meet you. This is my son, Andy. I’m sorry if you had trouble meeting this earlier plane. We’ve been in Norway and caught a flight out of New York to Denver that put us in here ahead of schedule.”

  “No problem at all. We’re glad you arrived safely.”

  Still feeling unsettled by the way he’d been looking at her, she said, “We’re very honored you would choose our family when there are so many others affected by the war. Andy’s father would be incredibly proud.”

  “After your husband’s sacrifice, we consider it our pleasure.” He stepped forward to shake their hands but focused his attention on Andy. “Welcome to the Teton Valley Dude Ranch, son.” After a cough he asked, “Have you ever been to Wyoming?”

  “No.” The peeved sound that came out of Andy was totally mortifying to her.

  Kit glanced at their host. “I’m afraid he just woke up from a sound sleep.”

  “I understand. Long transatlantic flights do the same thing to me.” He’d said it with urbane sophistication, acting as if nothing was wrong, but she knew he knew there was plenty wrong with her son. “Let’s gather your luggage.”

  They walked over to the carousel. “We have three cases. They’re the navy ones with the red-and-white trim.”

  He reached for them, and they followed him outside past the other passengers to a black, four-door Jeep. He stowed the suitcases in the rear with what looked like effortless ease. To her consternation, the play of hard muscle across his back and shoulders drew her attention without her volition.

  Andy just stood there without helping, causing Kit more embarrassment. Their host spoke to him. “Do you prefer the front or backseat?”

  “Back,” he mumbled.

  “I’ll sit with you, honey.” Kit opened the rear door and climbed in before Mr. Livingston had time to help. Andy got in next to her and pulled the door shut. Their host slid his powerful body behind the wheel of the Jeep, coughing again before they took off.

  She glanced out her window so she wouldn’t be tempted to stare at the way his black hair curled in tendrils against the bronzed skin of his neck. Since seeing him walk toward her in the terminal, she’d felt breathless, assuming it was because of the six thousand feet or more altitude after coming from sea level. But upon closer examination, she realized it was the stunning-looking male driving the Jeep who’d caused her lungs to constrict.

  The farther away they got from the airport, the
freer she felt, despite the tension emanating from both her son and the enigmatic male in front.

  Maybe not enigmatic. That wasn’t the word she was looking for. Still, something wasn’t right. The cowboy’s attitude wasn’t as warm as the tone of his partner’s letter that had touched her heart. She would have to wait until tonight after Andy had fallen asleep before she’d be able to apologize to their host about her son.

  Perhaps coming here for the first week of September rather than anytime in August had put them out, though they hadn’t seemed to mind when she’d asked if she could change the dates. After the generosity of these marines, changing the dates to please her in-laws had embarrassed her terribly. When she got the opportunity, she would explain what had happened.

  Still troubled by her thoughts, she saw a jet climb into one of the bluest skies she’d ever seen. With the Grand Teton in the background, the sight was magnificent beyond words. She watched until the plane was a mere speck before she sighed with relief. They were really here, delivered to the small town of seven thousand people. It wasn’t just a dream.

  She’d been living for this moment. From now on their future plans rested solely with her.

  Suddenly she felt their host’s piercing glance on her through the rearview mirror. She could almost believe he was reading her mind. “If you’re hungry, say the word and we can stop for a bite to eat in Jackson. Otherwise dinner is served from five to eight in the dining room of the main ranch house.”

  Anyone watching or listening would think he was being perfectly polite. He was, but behind his benign suggestion she still sensed he had reservations about her.

  “I don’t want to eat,” Andy muttered to her before he turned and hunched against the door.

  Kit didn’t know if their host had heard him or not. Her son had completely forgotten his manners. “Thank you for asking, but we had a meal before we landed so we’re fine until later.”

  “You don’t even want something to drink?”

  “No, thank you.”

  He turned onto the main highway. “We’ll be at the ranch in fifteen minutes. There’ll be drinks and snacks in your cabin.”

  “That sounds wonderful.” In order to shut his compelling image from her vision, she closed her eyes, but another cough from him reminded her he was still there. He must be getting over a cold.

  The first stage in her plan had been accomplished. She and Andy were far away from Maine and her in-laws. Unfortunately she hadn’t expected a complication like Mr. Livingston. Despite the fact that he seemed to have reservations about her, she’d already become aware of him as a man, a disturbing one. This awareness hadn’t happened to her since before her marriage to Winn. She didn’t like it.

  Chemistry had been responsible for their ill-advised union. Of course she could never regret Andy, who was the joy of her existence, but she was ten years older now and knew better than to get carried away a second time.

  Kit’s one purpose in life was to make a new life for her and Andy. Beyond that she couldn’t think.

  ISBN: 9781460320334

  BIG SKY CHRISTMAS

  Copyright © 2013 by Carla Daum

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  Rancher To The Rescue

  At the magnificent Wyoming dude ranch run by Ross Livingston and two fellow ex-marines, families of fallen soldiers find hope and healing. When lovely widow Kit Wentworth and her son arrive, Ross immediately finds himself drawn to them. Soon he’s able to bring young Andy out of his shell—and touch Kit’s heart as no other man has.

  But this isn’t just a vacation for Kit. She is running from her domineering father-in-law—a situation Ross understands all too well. After Kit reveals her terrible secret, Ross realizes his love alone won’t be enough. Charles Wentworth is a man who will stop at nothing to control his family. Can Ross convince Kit to stand her ground—and help her fend off the forces that threaten to tear them apart?

  “He said you needed watching and he shouldn’t have let you come.”

  Kit looked down. “Charles will stoop to any level to achieve want he wants.”

  “What does he want?” Ross prodded her.

  “He wants Andy to be the son he lost!”

  “There’s more to it than that for him to phone the ranch asking for one of us in charge.”

  A tortured moan escaped her. “No—I mean there is a reason, but it’s not what you think.”

  “Then explain it to me.”

  “I—I don’t know where to start,” she stammered. “It’s complicated.”

  “Nightmares usually are. I’ve got all night and you’re my responsibility while you’re here.”

  “I don’t want you mixed up in this.”

  His temper flared. “I already am. Does he have a case against you for being an unfit mother?”

  He heard her sharp intake of breath. “In his mind he does,” she said.

  Ross felt as if he’d been kicked in the gut.

  Dear Reader,

  The heroine in my story Her Wyoming Hero finds herself in a situation where she’s being controlled and manipulated and can no longer tolerate it. To change her life, and the life of her son, she will have to summon all her inner strength and courage to do what she needs to do.

  Kit began her marriage naive and starry-eyed, but that state of bliss soon passed, and her struggle began. At the end of this struggle she emerges a strong, capable woman ready to stand on her own two feet. But when she meets Ross Livingston, she’s faced with a new, unexpected challenge and doesn’t want history to repeat itself. I hope you’ll find this story compelling and cheer Kit to the end. She deserves a happy ending, but how will she get there? That’s for you to discover.

  Enjoy!

  Rebecca Winters

  HER

  WYOMING

  HERO

  Rebecca Winters

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Rebecca Winters, whose family of four children has now swelled to include five beautiful grandchildren, lives in Salt Lake City, Utah, in the land of the Rocky Mountains. With canyons and high alpine meadows full of wildflowers nearby, she never runs out of places to explore. These spaces, plus her favorite vacation spots in Europe, often end up as backgrounds for her romance novels. Writing is her passion, along with her family and church. Rebecca loves to hear from readers. If you wish to email her, please visit her website, www.cleanromances.com.

  Books by Rebecca Winters

  HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE

  1261—THE CHIEF RANGER

  1275—THE RANGER’S SECRET

  1302—A MOTHER’S WEDDING DAY

  “A Mother’s Secret”

  1310—WALKER: THE RODEO LEGEND

  1331—SANTA IN A STETSON

  1339—THE
BACHELOR RANGER

  1367—RANGER DADDY

  1377—A TEXAS RANGER’S CHRISTMAS

  1386—The SEAL’S PROMISE *

  1398—THE MARSHAL’S PRIZE *

  1422—THE TEXAS RANGER’S REWARD *

  1451—THE WYOMING COWBOY**

  1467—HOME TO WYOMING**

  *Undercover Heroes

  **Daddy Dude Ranch

  To all strong women everywhere with the courage of their convictions to make a difference in their lives despite the odds.

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  July 10

  Bar Harbor, Maine

  Kit read the letter postmarked from Wyoming one more time, positive it had been sent to her by mistake. The honor to her deceased marine husband thrilled her, but didn’t make sense.

  Dear Mrs. Wentworth,

  My name is Carson Lundgren. You don’t know me from Adam. I served as a marine in Afghanistan before I got out of the service.

  When we returned to the U.S., I, along with Buck Summerhays and Ross Livingston, fellow retired marines, went into business at the Teton Valley Dude Ranch. Our idea was to offer what we could to the families of the fallen soldiers from our various units.

  Your courageous husband, Winston Pettigrew Wentworth, served our country with honor and distinction. Now we’d like to honor him by offering you and your son Andrew an expense free, one week vacation at the dude ranch anytime in August. We’ll pay for your airfare and any other travel expenses.

 

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