The Rancher's Homecoming. Cathy Mcdavid

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      “I’ll go get her.” Annie set her plate of biscuits on the table, the little appetite she’d had now gone. “You want to come with me, sweetums?”

      “Yes, yes!” Nessa swung her Barbie in an arc.

      “Okay. But you have to pick up your toys and finish your milk first.” Annie cringed inwardly. Biscuits and milk wasn’t the most nutritious meal. Then again, Nessa wouldn’t starve.

      Annie should eat, too, if only to keep up her strength. Seeing Sam had drained the last of it.

      Why had he chosen now to return, and why buy the Gold Nugget? She still couldn’t believe he’d asked for her help.

      While Nessa gathered the many toys strewn throughout the house and returned them to the plastic crate stored in the bedroom she and Annie shared, Annie changed into more-comfortable clothes.

      “We shouldn’t be long,” she said upon returning to the kitchen.

      Fiona, who hadn’t moved from the window, suddenly turned and stared at Annie with more intensity than she’d shown in weeks. “Sam Wyler’s in town. He bought the Gold Nugget.”

      That took Annie by surprise. “I know,” she said. “How did you hear?”

      “Everyone’s talking about it.”

      “I ran into him. On my way home. I stopped by the Gold Nugget, and he was there.”

      “I suppose if someone had to buy the ranch, I’d rather it be him.”

      “Mom! How can you say that?”

      Fiona went slowly to the table, pulled a chair out for herself and dropped into it. “He’s one of our own.”

      “Because he lived here two years?” Annie was aghast at her mother’s calm acceptance. “He’s going to turn it into a working guest ranch.”

      “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

      Finally! Reason had returned. “I agree. A bed-and-breakfast makes more sense.” Like her own plans for the place.

      “I like the idea of a working guest ranch. Not sure why someone didn’t think of that before.”

      “But you said—”

      “What I meant was the fire’s discouraged people from coming to Sweetheart. Bed-and-breakfast or working guest ranch, both need customers.”

      “Fine with me. When he flops, we’ll buy the ranch from him.”

      “Sam was always a hard worker. If anyone can pull it off, he can.” Fiona talked as if she hadn’t heard Annie.

      “He’ll be in competition with us. Once we rebuild.”

      “If we rebuild,” Fiona said tiredly.

      Annie didn’t listen to her mother when she got this way. “Did you have a chance to make Nessa’s immunization appointment at the clinic?”

      Fiona shook her head. “I was busy.”

      Biscuit making? Annie thought grouchily. Did that take all afternoon?

      She tried to be patient and understanding with her mother. Really she did. Fiona’s fragile emotional state made the task of rebuilding too overwhelming for her to bear. But once they broke ground, she and Annie’s grandmother would be their old selves and life would return to normal.

      Annie had to believe that. If not, she’d be overwhelmed herself, and she couldn’t afford to let that happen.

      Long before they finished rebuilding, however, Sam’s working guest ranch would be up and running. Damn him! Annie wanted their inn and not Sam’s ranch bringing the honeymooners and tourists back to Sweetheart.

      “Mrs. Rutherford mentioned Sam has a little girl.”

      “He does.” Annie made herself eat a biscuit half in case Nessa noticed.

      Normally, her daughter would be pestering her to leave. Instead, she’d become interested in a puzzle she was supposed to be putting away.

      “I heard she looks like him,” Fiona said.

      The food stuck in Annie’s throat. “No need for DNA testing. She’s Sam’s child through and through.”

      Except for the sorrow in her eyes.

      Annie was no psychiatrist, she didn’t have to be. The girl was obviously troubled—which might not be Sam’s fault. Her mother had died and, as Annie could attest, life-altering events changed a person.

      “I bet he’s a good dad.”

      She rose from the table, not wanting to talk about Sam or his daughter. “Come on, Nessa. Find your shoes so we can go get Granny Orla.”

      Nessa abandoned the puzzle and went on the hunt for her shoes.

      “It was a shame things didn’t work out for you and him,” Fiona said from the table. “You must have really broken his heart.”

      “Let’s not forget, he left me.”

      Fiona sighed. “Bound to happen. Can’t fight the inevitable.”

      Her mother’s words stayed with Annie as she and Nessa walked hand in hand to the Rutherfords’.

      Ask anyone in town, and they’d say the Hennessy women were cursed. All of them, grandmother, mother and daughter, had loved their men, only to be abandoned by them. In Granny Orla and her mother’s cases, they’d been left with a child to raise alone. Not Annie. Sam had simply taken off—which was practically unheard of in a town renowned for couples marrying.

      Rather than be thought of as the third Hennessy woman to suffer unrequited love, Annie had rushed out and wed the first man to show an interest in her.

      Can’t fight the inevitable.

      It hadn’t made a difference. The Hennessy curse had continued with Annie. For here she was today, abandoned by not one but two men.

      She squeezed Nessa’s hand.

      Please, please, she silently prayed, don’t let my baby be as unlucky in love as the rest of my family.

      * * *

      SAM GAZED OVER AT LYNDSEY and mentally kicked himself. She—and he by default—were now foster parents to Porky Pig and Daffy Duck. Lyndsey had named their new charges while in Dr. Murry’s office, after he informed her the pair were both males.

      “Did you know baby raccoons are called kits?” Lyndsey struggled to buckle her seat belt while balancing the cardboard boot box containing the kits on her lap. Tube-fed, hydrated and vaccinated, they’d fallen into a deep sleep atop an old towel. “And when they СКАЧАТЬ