to lose so much.
That’s why he was calling. Why he’d helped her with the tire and took the time to talk to her in the hospital. He was looking to make a new life. To fill his empty time with new activities.
How could she not help him? She might never know the depth of what he’d lost when he buried his wife, but she understood heartache. She understood what a future with no love and no marriage looked like.
She answered the call. “Hi, Cameron. You must be pretty anxious to buy a horse.”
“I guess I am.” He had a good-hearted voice, kind and resonant. “You said to give you a jingle. That maybe you could find time for me to come over. Take a look around.”
“I’d be happy to help you out. I’ll be working all morning tomorrow, but I should have a little free time after noon.”
“How about one? Will that work?”
“One o’clock sounds fine. You know how to find me?”
“Wouldn’t be much of a sheriff if I didn’t.”
“Good.” The cool, polite tones had vanished from her alto voice, and she sounded friendly enough.
Cameron took that as an excellent sign. “I’ll be there. I sure appreciate this, Kendra.”
“No problem. Take care.”
“You, too.”
He hung up the phone, the silence of his small kitchen echoing around him. It had been a long time since he’d let hope into his heart.
How good it felt.
Chapter Four
Kendra sliced open the fifty-pound grain sack with her grandfather’s Swiss Army knife, folded the blade away and tucked it safely into her jeans pocket. Sweat gathered along her forehead and trickled into her eyes.
She blinked against the sting, swiped her forehead with the back of her forearm and hefted the awkward sack onto her shoulder.
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