story. I really loved getting to know them and little Duncan.
You know, Kaylee had a rough time after losing her mother. She had questions that had never been answered because of her estrangement from her father. She didn’t really think people could change and was really reluctant to give him a second chance. And while it’s true, some people really don’t change, others really do. I was glad to make Kaylee’s father one of those who did. And when Kaylee finally stopped judging him and decided to give him another chance, she was so glad she did. Sure, she was risking being hurt all over again, but in the end, she found it worth the risk. And sometimes that’s what life is all about. Taking risks—that step of faith that allows God to step in and do something good.
Blessings to all and I look forward to having you join me soon on another adventure in Wrangler’s Corner.
God bless,
Lynette Eason
Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths.
—Proverbs 3:5–6
Dedicated to my family. I love you more.
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Joshua Crawford gripped the steering wheel and hoped he could keep his cool when he confronted his mother about her lousy idea to marry the town drunk. “Hoped” being the key word. He drove with precise, automatic movements, each mile taking him closer to home and to the woman who’d loved and raised him and taught him right from wrong.
Which was why he was not going to allow her to throw the rest of her good years away on a man who could take advantage of a widow. Because that was just plain wrong. Of all the people—no, of all the unmarried people—in Wrangler’s Corner, she’d picked Garrett Martin?
Joshua was actually worried about her mental state. No matter that she insisted the man was changed and treated her like a “precious jewel.” Her words. Nope, not his mother. No way. His deceased father may have been best friends with the man, but that didn’t mean his mother had to marry him.
As Joshua rounded the next curve that would take him into Wrangler’s Corner, he slammed on the brakes. Rubber screeched on asphalt but his SUV responded well.
A black van sat in the middle of the street, blocking both lanes, its hazard lights flashing. A wreck? Was anyone hurt? His hand went to the door handle.
At the sound of a woman’s scream, he bolted out of the SUV and ran toward the black van. Only to skid to a stop. It was one inch from being T-boned up against the front of a light gray sedan.
A blond-headed woman struggled against
