you for reading Taken in Texas. Wow, I can’t believe this is the last of the McKade family’s stories. Seems just like yesterday that I came up with the idea for this miniseries and now it is ending. I have loved every moment of writing about this family, and I hope you have enjoyed taking the journey with them.
In this story, Cord and his nephew Lucas have lost family members, and they are both struggling to figure out how to go on. This situation really hit home for me as both of my parents passed away within a year of each other, and I was devastated. I struggled for some time to come to grips with it. If you’ve lost a loved one, I hope that Cord and Lucas’s journey gives you hope and encouragement that God can make a way for your future just as He did for Cord and Lucas.
If you’d like to learn more about the McKade Law miniseries or my other books, please stop by my website at www.susansleeman.com. I also love hearing from readers, so please contact me via email, [email protected], on my Facebook page, www.facebook.com/SusanSleemanBooks, or write to me c/o Love Inspired, HarperCollins, 24th floor, 195 Broadway, New York, NY 10007.
Susan Sleeman
In whose hand is the soul of every living thing and the breath of all mankind.
—Job 12:10
A special thank-you to Susan Snodgrass for naming Walt’s horse Thunderbolt, and Lora Doncea for naming Winnie’s horse Sunrise.
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Some calls went wrong. Terribly wrong. Deputy Kendall McKade’s gut screamed this was one of those calls.
Take care, a warning voice whispered in her head.
Kendall didn’t like what she was seeing. Caution was the game here. Plenty of caution.
She wouldn’t race up to the front door. Burst inside to check on the seventy-four-year-old aunt her nephew was having a hard time reaching.
She climbed out of her patrol car. The steamy heat of the night hit her hard as she took a long look at the single-story home hunkered down under tall cypress trees. Overcast skies cast ominous shadows on the rural property. She’d hoped for a light burning inside the house, but it was as black as the murky night clinging to the foundation.
That alone sent Kendall’s alarm bells ringing.
She reached inside her car and flicked on the headlights, flooding the area with bright light.
An older model Cadillac sat in the drive, the windows coated in thick Texas dust as if it hadn’t
