The Rancher's Texas Match. Brenda Minton

He stood, looking down at her with such a serious expression. For a moment she saw his father in him. Grant’s seriousness. Her heart ached at the thought. “I’ll walk you back.”

      He reached for her hand. It might as well have been her heart.

      “Eleanor says I can have a pass to go to church on Sunday.”

      “I like that idea.” Macy glanced down at the little man leading her through the house.

      “Me, too. Do you think you can tell me another story?”

      “I’m sure I can.”

      “Ben says you’re going to read stories to us. He said he’d come with me.”

      She surprised herself by smiling. “That’s fine.”

      “He’s not too old for stories?” Colby asked as they walked out the front door. It was warm for the first week of October, but a light breeze blew, bringing country scents of cut grass, livestock and drying leaves.

      “No. We’re never too old for stories.”

      “That’s good.” They walked along the path to Cabin One, Colby swinging his hand that held hers. “Ben said we’re going to move to another ranch. I don’t know if any of us want to move. We like it here.”

      “But moving can sometimes be good. There will be more room for more boys at the new ranch.”

      Colby stopped walking and looked up at her, his green eyes narrowed against the glare of the sun. “But if they come here, it means there’s something wrong in their homes.”

      “That might be true, Colby. But it’s good that there’s a place for them to go.”

      He continued walking, his hand still holding tight to hers. “But it would be better if moms and dads...”

      “If they never went away?” she asked quietly.

      He nodded, but he didn’t answer.

      “You’re right, that would be better.” She kept walking, trying hard not to give in to the tears burning her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

      He didn’t answer.

      She left Colby with Eleanor. That moment, walking away from him, was as painful as the first day she’d left him at the ranch. The difference was that this time he hugged her goodbye. That first day he’d walked away without a word, without even looking back.

      That parting hug gave her hope.

      When she got back to the main house, Katie Ellis was waiting to give her a ride to the meeting where they would hopefully find that it would be no trouble to track down a few men who hadn’t been seen or heard from in decades.