A Cowboy's Honor. Lois Richer

brown eyes darkened.

      “Don’t worry about disappointing me,” she murmured, an iron inflection backing the softly voiced words. “Worry about them.” She inclined her head toward the house, where Gracie had run inside to answer Misty’s call. “They’re more important than anything.”

      “I know that. It will be hard for Gracie to have me back after such a long time,” he admitted.

      “But you will stay?”

      “Ms. Wisdom, you couldn’t pay me to move, now that I’ve found my family.”

      “Good. God created families to support and love each other. He’s brought you here for a reason, Dallas. I’m going to pray you find it.”

      “Thank you.”

      Elizabeth patted his shoulder, then walked out of the yard toward the main buildings, whistling a little tune as she went.

      Dallas sank back into his chair and sipped his tea, watery now that the ice had melted.

      “I sure hope You know what You’re doing here, Lord,” he said, trying to ignore the call Gracie’s swimming pool sent his weary body. “Because I haven’t got a clue.”

      He tilted his head back, closed his eyes and waited for the shadows to come. But for the first time since he could remember, no whispers haunted him.