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Cowboy for Hire
Cowboy Joel Kaye has ambitions as big as Texas. And after decades away, rodeo glory seems finally within reach. But when two little boys “hire” him to work on their ranch, Joel can’t turn them down. He tells himself it’s only for one week, but widow April Landers and her family soon begin to fill a void in the rodeo rider’s scarred heart. April lives for her three kids—and the ranch she’s fighting fiercely to keep. This determined mama’s not looking for another wandering partner. Will this ready-made family inspire Joel to put down roots…for good?
“Why are you on the rodeo circuit if you love ranch work so much?”
Joel’s hand closed over hers. “It seems contradictory, doesn’t it?”
April couldn’t concentrate on what he said. Her mind focused on where his hand surrounded hers. As hard as she tried to understand, her mind had gone on overload. “Uh, yes.”
His gaze locked with hers and he slowly lowered his head toward her.
The screen door slammed, bursting the bubble surrounding them. The boys stood on the porch.
“Could you come inside and say good-night, Mr. Joel, before you leave?” Saved by a screen door. Her heart beat so hard she thought it would jump out of her chest.
His gaze didn’t move from her face for several moments. He broke the connection and looked at the boys. “Of course I’ll come in and say good-night.”
He leaned down and whispered, “I’ll be back.”
April watched as her boys waited on Joel. It stole her breath. They were so eager to have a man’s time and attention.
But what would the boys do when Joel was gone?
LEANN HARRIS has always had stories in her head. Once her youngest child went to school, she began putting those stories on a page. She is active in her local RWA chapter and ACFW chapters. She’s a teacher of the deaf (high school), a master composter and avid gardener, and teaches writing at her local community college. Her website is leannharris.com.
A Rancher
for Their Mom
Leann Harris
Your love, Lord, endures forever—
do not abandon the works of Your hands.
—Psalms 138:8
This book has been a journey for me. I want to thank the editors at Love Inspired for their help and support, particularly my editor, Shana Asaro. Her guidance has been invaluable. And I want to thank Dr. Nandita Rao, the nurses and technicians at Texan Oncology for their support and wonderful smiles while I was going through chemotherapy.
And my Sunday School class, the ladies in my Bible study, and my family and friends who brought meals. I did not go through this cancer alone.
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“Mom, Mom,” six-year-old Todd yelled, the back screen door slamming against its frame. The sound of little cowboy boots pounded through the kitchen and down the
