A Family for the Rancher
In a heartbreaking instant, rancher Sam Denver becomes guardian to his baby nephew and the young foster twins his late brother and sister-in-law hoped to adopt. With the Triple D ranch to run and two sets of grandparents to look after, the guarded cowboy is desperate for help. But when the childrenâs maternal aunt finally returns home to Buffalo Gap, Kelly Krauseâs difficult past prevents her from believing she has much to offer Sam or the little ones. Yet when custody of the twins is in jeopardy, Sam discovers just how much his makeshift family needs Kellyâ¦if only sheâll stay.
âI can see youâll be an amazing father,â Kelly said to Sam.
âItâs obvious you love the kids, so I know your concern will be for them first, last and always.â
âHow do you know that?â Sam asked curiously, though pleased by her flattering assessment.
âItâs there for anyone to see in everything you do with them,â Kelly said. âYouâve sensed that Emma isnât herself so youâre trying to figure out whatâs troubling her. Iâve watched you give Jacob Samuel extra attention when heâs fussing, seen you rein in headstrong Sadie in a gentle but firm way.â She leaned forward, utterly serious. âYou are their father now, Sam, in every way that counts.â
âThank you.â Samâs throat jammed at her generous words.
âThis is where you belong, caring for them,â Kelly said. âBut I donât. Iâll stay for six months. Then I have to go.â
âHave to?â he asked softly.
âYes.â She sounded sad. âYou have the ranch, your parents, the kids. Theyâre an integral part of your world. They define you.â
Samâs heart ached for her as she walked toward the door, a solitary figure.
LOIS RICHER loves traveling, swimming and quilting, but mostly she loves writing stories that show Godâs boundless love for His precious children. As she says, âHis love never changes or gives up. Itâs always waiting for me. My stories feature imperfect characters learning that love doesnât mean attaining perfection. Love is about keeping on keeping on.â You can contact Lois via email, [email protected], or on Facebook (LoisRicherAuthor).
Now glory be to God, who by His mighty power at work within us is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream ofâinfinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, or hopes.
âEphesians 3:20â21
Chapter One
Sam Denverâs mind wasnât on Valentineâs Day or Canadaâs frosty winterscape outside the airport in Calgary, Alberta.
Thanks to a huge poster advertising tropical vacations, he was mentally immersed in the azure waters of the Mediterranean as it lapped against warm sandy beaches. Ocean breezes caressed his face, carrying the pungent whiff of salty brine and the cheerful whistle of nearby fishermen in small bobbing boats with white billowing sails as they hauled aboard their catches. Heâd be thirty this year, and he couldnât remember a time when he hadnât dreamed of seeing the world.
âFlight 455 from Toronto has now arrived. Passengers will emerge at gate...â
The announcement ended Samâs reverie and drew him back to the cold, hard sting of reality.
Traveling the world now was as likely as sharing this romantic day with a sweetheart. But it was nowhere near as hard to let go of his travel dream as it was to let go of Jake, his twin, the best friend Sam had never been without. That aching void was compounded because Jakeâs beloved wife, Marina, had died in the car accident with him. Now Sam was alone to care for their infant son and almost-adopted twin girls.
The kids needed him. Marinaâs parents needed him. His own parents needed him. The ranch wouldnât survive without him. If Sam thought about it for very long, the weight of his responsibilities brought waves of trepidation. How could he possibly be what they all needed and still keep the Triple D running?
With help. From one passenger on flight 455.
Sam tilted back on his boots and studied the emerging travelers. Eager yet anxious about the upcoming meeting, he tossed out his half-full coffee cup and scanned features of each traveler as they passed by. None matched the face of the woman he remembered from almost ten years ago.
Nervousness built inside. Where was she? She would have cleared customs in Toronto. There should be no holdup here. He pulled out his phone and rechecked her email. Yes, this was the right flight, and there was no new message saying sheâd been delayed. Maybe she wasnât coming?
Then a tall, slim woman appeared, and a rush of relief surged through Sam. Kelly Krause. Heâd have known that tipped-up nose anywhere. Her glossy dark brown hair fell straight and thick to her shoulders, cupping her cheeks in a caress that emphasized high cheekbones and big dark eyes. For some reason his heart did a little giddyup.