WINDS OF CHANGE
“Because of them, instead of doing my share of work on the
range tomorrow, I’ve got to spend the day getting the rooms upstairs ready,” he
muttered, walking back to the barn, sloshing water out of the buckets. “I was
going to do it eventually, but once I had hired someone. I would have had
plenty of time to…oh, hells bells.”
“What is done is done. Thirty days from now she’ll be on her
way back East. A city-bred girl like her will never make it out here on the
ranch without all the conveniences she’s used to. Once she leaves, I’ll be able
to get the woman I want. Someone totally opposite of Mollie,” he convinced himself,
hanging the buckets on a hook in each stall.
With renewed
determination, Cord strolled out of the barn and up to the house after securing
the barn door. A soft light glowed warmly in the windows, and his heart
stammered. Memories of that fateful night flooded him. This was exactly what he
had wanted to avoid. Feeling the pain of losing his wife. Not knowing what
would be waiting for him once he opened that door. Wondering if death lay in
wait to snatch his daughter as well.
It was the unknown
that scared him more than anything.