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July 10
Bar Harbor, Maine
Kit read the letter postmarked from Wyoming one more time, positive it had been sent to her by mistake. The honor to her deceased marine husband thrilled her, but didn’t make sense.
Dear Mrs. Wentworth,
My name is Carson Lundgren. You don’t know me from Adam. I served as a marine in Afghanistan before I got out of the service.
When we returned to the U.S., I, along with Buck Summerhays and Ross Livingston, fellow retired marines, went into business at the Teton Valley Dude Ranch. Our idea was to offer what we could to the families of the fallen soldiers from our various units.
Your courageous husband, Winston Pettigrew Wentworth, served our country with honor and distinction. Now we’d like to honor him by offering you and your son Andrew an expense free, one week vacation at the dude ranch anytime in August. We’ll pay for your airfare and any other travel expenses.
You’re welcome to contact your husband’s division commander, Colonel Hodges, at the phone number below. His office helped us obtain your address. If you’re interested and have questions, please call our office. We’ve also listed our web address, where you’ll find a brochure with more details about the ranch. We’ll also be happy to email you any additional information.
Please know how anxious we are to give something back to you after his great sacrifice.
With warmest regards,
Carson Lundgren.
His words touched Kit beyond measure, but she was the daughter-in-law of Charles Wentworth, an East Coast billionaire. Such an honor should go to a grief-stricken family whose loss of the husband and father from the home would have affected them financially.
Without hesitation she reached for the phone. In a few minutes she was able to speak to Colonel Hodges. When he came on the line she explained the reason for her call.
“I think this invitation is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me and Andy since the funeral. But I fear it was sent by mistake. There are so many soldiers who’ve died in this ghastly war. They’ve left families who are now struggling to make a decent living without them. I’m not in that category and wouldn’t dream of accepting this generous offer.”
“Mrs. Wentworth, I don’t think you understand. These retired marines out in Wyoming know who you are. I’ve talked with them at length. They admired your husband for serving when he could have stayed home and enjoyed all the privileges of his life, but this invitation is about something much more important. A rich man can suffer as much as a poor one, don’t you agree?”
“Well, yes. Of course, but—”
“They want you and your son to know that your husband’s heroism hasn’t gone unnoticed. Perhaps you don’t realize that these men are trying to deal with their own grief and the many losses they’ve seen.
“This isn’t about money. It’s about helping you find a way out of your grief any way they can. During your week there, they would like to get to know your son and talk to him about his father’s great sacrifice. The truth is, they need healing, too. Does that help you to understand and accept their invitation?”
Kit was so humbled by his comments, she could hardly speak. “Yes,” she whispered. “You’ve given me a new perspective about a lot of things. I appreciate your kindness more than you know. Thank you, Colonel.”
After hanging up, she stared into space while she digested the full impact of Winn’s commander’s words. He could have no idea what this meant to her. For once she and Andy were being offered something that hadn’t been prescribed and paid for by her father-in-law.
Little did the colonel know she and Andy had both been grieving in silence for years—long before Winn’s death. Now the loss of his father had caused a change in her withdrawn and morose son. Lately he’d been acting out in negative ways, and Kit was so heartsick for him she didn’t know where to turn.
This letter was one he needed to see. It would make him proud of his father, and a trip to a ranch out west would be something neither of them had ever experienced before. The idea of getting away from her grieving in-laws for a whole week where she could be fully in charge of her son filled her with guilty excitement.
While Andy was still at his piano lesson, she hurried through the house to her father-in-law’s den. It was almost time for dinner. She needed to talk to him before she mentioned anything to Andy.
She found him at his desk, where he was studying some papers. “Charles?” Since the day Winn had brought her to the Wentworth mansion after their wedding ten years ago, her father-in-law had told her to call him that. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
He lifted his graying head. “If this is about that notion of yours to move out on your own, we’ve had this conversation too many times before. It’s out of the question.”
Winn had wanted to live with his parents following their marriage, and he had dismissed Kit’s questions about living away from the mansion. Now that her husband was gone, she intended to get a job and a place of her own for her and Andy. But she had to figure out all the details first before she told her son what they were going to do. Once she’d discussed it with Andy, then she’d find the right moment to tell her in-laws.
“No, I’m here about this letter I received.” She placed it on the desk in front of him.
He put on his glasses. After reading it, he cleared his throat. Mr. Lundgren’s words had gotten to her father-in-law, too. “I’m pleased they would like to honor Winston this way, but you can’t think of accepting. This offer is for widows who have no money.”
She told him about her conversation with Colonel Hodges. “He helped me understand that going to the ranch is for those retired marines, too, so I’d like to accept. I’ll let Mr. Lundgren know we’ll be coming for the last week of August.”
“You can’t go then. We have other plans.”
Her cheeks grew warm battling him for every inch of ground. “But I’m in charge of the Cosgriff Memorial Library benefit. There’s so much to do throughout the beginning of August, I won’t be able to get away until it’s over. When Andy realizes these men want to do something wonderful for him—because of his father’s heroism—I’m hoping it will help him to feel a little happier before he starts school. Please. You and Florence take the rest of the family on that cruise of the fjords without us and enjoy yourselves.”
“What do you mean, without us?” Florence spoke behind her.
Kit turned around to face her always stylish mother-in-law. “Andy and I are going to take a trip to Wyoming the last week of August. We’re to be the special guests of some retired marines who want to honor Winn by inviting us to their dude ranch. It’s all there in the letter.” Her eyes darted to the desk.
“Have you forgotten we’ve had this trip planned for months?”
“No.” What to do... “I could call Mr. Lundgren right now and find out if it will be all right if we come the first week of September. We could leave on a Friday and come back the next Saturday. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go get Andy ready for dinner.”
August 31
Teton Valley Dude Ranch
“YOU’VE GOT A faraway look in your eye, Ross.” A cough had preceded the statement. “Is it possible there’s a woman on your mind?”
On this beautiful Saturday morning, Ross Livingston and his partner Carson Lundgren had been inspecting the border of Carson’s Teton Valley Dude Ranch, located fifteen minutes from Jackson, Wyoming. They could exercise the horses and talk business at the same time.
Buck Summerhayes, the other retired marine making up their triumvirate, had just married a woman who had come to the ranch in July as their invited guest. At the moment he was understandably detained, so he couldn’t attend this meeting. Carson had married in June, leaving Ross the lone bachelor.
“I’m thinking a lot of things, but not about a woman.” They’d ridden to the eastern section of the property away from the forest that provided spectacular blocks of color. It was the last day of August. Another week of temperatures in the lower seventies, and then it would be fall. Carson had told his friend from a more southern clime that the cold came a little earlier here, so enjoy the warm weather while they could.
Ross’s dark brown eyes followed the flat, treeless sweep of sage with no sign of civilization in sight. He loved every square inch of this fabulous property watched over by the magnificent Grand Teton.
“If you’re having reservations about our recent decision to keep the dude ranch running year round, I’m open to anything you have to say. This place hasn’t operated in the black for years. It’s nothing new.”
That’s what worried Ross. Though their regular dude ranch business was growing, he wanted Carson to be able to get out from under the constant worry of making ends meet, a problem Ross had never been forced to deal with.
“No reservations. Like you, I’m anxious to keep this going for a year to see how we do in our venture.”
Turning the working ranch into a dude ranch had been Carson’s idea when the three of them had been hospitalized together at Walter Reed in January. He’d inherited it from his deceased grandfather and wanted to make it into a profitable business.
The guys had gotten together and pooled their resources. Once they’d been discharged from the hospital, they’d started making their dream a reality. Besides building new cabins and making renovations to the ranch house and other structures, they’d created a website and done enough advertising to attract people from all over the country who wanted to experience life on a ranch. It had been a major endeavor that had included the hiring of staff.
Throughout all that process they’d also discussed how to manage their guilt for surviving the war and had come up with the idea to give a week’s free vacation once a month to a son or a daughter of a fallen soldier. To be a substitute daddy for a week to the fatherless children had been a part of their goal, but there was much more to it.
The guys hoped that in helping the mothers and children explore the outdoors on horseback and take in the wonders of the rugged natural world, they’d let go of some of their grief and learn that there was joy in being alive despite their loss. The children needed to know their fathers were good men who’d made an invaluable contribution to their country and would always be remembered. Hopefully the activities the ranch provided would help restore their confidence.
So far the “daddy dude ranch” experiment, as they called it, had produced wonders far beyond anyone’s expectations. Not only had the two women and children who’d come this summer found new joy here, his partners had lost their hearts to them and there’d been two marriages.
Ross found it uncanny what had happened, marveling over the happy coincidences. Now there was one more military widow with her son due to arrive this evening—Kathryn and Andrew Wentworth. Their husband and father happened to have been the son of Charles Cavanaugh Wentworth from Maine, an established and wealthy East Coast family.
According to Colonel Hodges, Mrs. Wentworth had been hesitant to accept the guys’ invitation, feeling it should go to a family in financial need. That piece of information did her credit, but her husband’s exceptional valor had decided them on giving him and his family the special recognition he deserved.
Ross had still to decide what it was going to be like taking care of two people who’d been given every luxury life had to offer. Having been born a Livingston of the billionaire oil barons of Texas, he knew firsthand the kind of society she and her son had come from. He would reserve judgment, however, until after he’d spent some time with them.
As for now, he was excited about an idea he wanted to explore with Carson. It had been percolating in his mind for a long time, but he hadn’t wanted to bring it up until he could see how well their dude ranch business had been doing.
“So, what gives?” Carson prodded him.
Ross would have answered, but like Carson and Buck, he had a cough they’d picked up in Afghanistan that had ended their military careers. This morning there was a hint of smoke in the air from a forest fire in nearby Yellowstone. It had aggravated their coughs. He pulled out his inhaler prescribed by the doctor. Pretty soon he got some relief, but the medicine had a tendency to make him sleepy, something he had to fight while they were out on the range.
When he finally caught his breath, Ross began. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you once tell me your great great grandfather obtained the mineral rights to this place before the government could get their hands on them?”
Carson eyed him with curiosity. “I did.”
“I’ve been giving it a lot of thought since Sublette and Fremont Counties bordering you have been seeing a boom in natural gas.”
“That’s right. You graduated in petroleum engineering. You think there’s gas under my land?” he asked before letting go with a cough.
“With more and more energy companies springing up around Lander and Thermopolis, I think there’s a pretty good possibility you’re living on top of a big pocket of it here in Teton County. Wyoming has the second largest proven natural gas reserve in the U.S. behind Texas.”
I ought to know, he thought with a grimace. His last name was synonymous with oil in the Lone Star State, where he’d been raised.
“The money you’d derive from a producing well could keep the ranch solvent for years to come. It’s just a thought.” One Ross would like to see happen for his friend.
“A few years ago my grandfather told me he’d been approached by a gas company, but he wouldn’t hear of doing anything about it.”
“I can understand that. Wyoming is a pristine environment that has been underexplored and underexploited. I’m sure he wanted to keep it that way.”
“He feared the onslaught of progress.”
“You can’t blame him. But the ever-increasing demand for gas in the U.S. has led to a quadrupling of the price, causing companies in Russia and Venezuela, both big natural gas suppliers, to have shut off access to foreign companies. The same in the Gulf of Mexico where easy-to-drill reserves have been depleted. Progress has made its way to your door.”
Carson pushed his cowboy hat back on his head. “You’re talking about drilling for it right here?”
“This is the flattest uninhabited section of your land away from people and animals. Bringing in a road over this section would cause the least amount of disturbance to the environment and would be virtually invisible. Naturally I can’t give you proof there’s gas here without doing some preliminary drilling.”
His friend was quiet for a minute. “Wouldn’t that cost a ton of money I don’t have?”
Ross nodded. “But I have some savings I can draw from. It would be my way of investing in your ranch to give you something back after what you’ve done for me. Then I’d feel a real part of it.”
“You already are,” Carson answered solemnly.
“I’d like to do more for you.”
After a pause Carson asked, “What all would be involved?”
Ross was pleased his friend was at least listening to his proposal. “Wyoming’s gas is unconventional. It doesn’t sit in easy pools above oil, but thousands of feet beneath the earth in pockets of sandstone and coal formations. If the gas is there, the steel pipe will have to drive 11,000 feet into the ground to capture it.
“One good thing. Nowadays gas companies can put the derricks down on mats instead of the ground in order to preserve the top soil and roots. But there’s no way around the fact that there are still a lot of negatives, and always will be.”
“You’ve got me thinking,” Carson said as Ross’s phone rang, interrupting their conversation.
When he saw it was the ranch calling, he clicked on. “Hey, Willy. What’s up?” The part-time mechanic helped run the front desk.
“There’s been another change in the Wentworths’ itinerary you need to know about.”
He coughed. “What’s that?” Earlier in the week their latest invited guest had already indicated she wouldn’t be able to make it on Friday and would come Saturday instead.
“The fax says she and her son will be flying into Jackson Hole at three p.m.”
He frowned while Carson looked on. “I wonder why they aren’t coming in on the flight we arranged.” They weren’t supposed to be due in until six-thirty this evening.
“I don’t know. Since you’re out touring the ranch, do you want me to go for them?”
Ross checked his watch. There was time to get back and shower if he and Carson left now. “No.” This was his responsibility. “I’ll do it. Thanks for the heads-up, Willy.” He clicked off.
“What’s going on?”
“Mrs. Wentworth will be here at three instead of six-thirty. I need to get going.”
“I’ll ride with you. I promised to spend part of the day showing Johnny how to ride bareback.”
“That boy gets better every day.”
“He’s a natural.”
“Just like his new dad.” Ross smiled at his friend. “Carson? Give what we talked about some thought and let me know later.”
“Why don’t you get a few bids together and we’ll go from there.”
“I’m going to get on it pronto.”
They took off at a gallop. Carson hadn’t said no. Drilling a hole from start to finish would take a month. It would be better to do it before winter set in. Ross would arrange to meet an oil engineer out here on Monday. Then he could present it to Carson with more information to back up his idea.
But right now he had other things on his mind. For the next week he would have his hands full entertaining a nine-year-old boy who’d lost his father and was grieving.
Ross hoped he was as sweet as Johnny Lundgren, Carson’s newly adopted seven-year-old son. The boy had charmed everyone on the ranch with his curiosity and good nature, and had walked right into his friend’s heart. For that matter so had Buck’s new stepdaughter, Jenny. Ross was crazy about both the kids.
Once they’d returned their horses to the barn, Carson took off for his new house, the one Buck had built for him, Tracy and Johnny on the property near the Snake River. Buck came from a family who owned a construction business. As for Ross, he drove the Jeep back to the main ranch house to get cleaned up.
Since Buck had moved downstairs with his wife, Alex, and her granddaughter, Jenny, Ross had the whole top floor of the place to himself. For the first time since his return from Afghanistan last January, he was aware of his “aloneness” and didn’t like it.
With his mood becoming decidedly morose on that score, Ross was lucky he had guests to pick up.
Carson’s earlier question about a possible woman on Ross’s mind had hit a nerve. One day, I’ll have a family of my own.
* * *
THE JET FROM Denver taxied to a stop at the Jackson airport. Kit’s heart hammered in her ears. She undid the seat belt and got to her feet, glancing at her desperately unhappy son who was still sleepy from the medicine she’d given him for air sickness.
This was it. The day she’d been praying for had come.
Freedom.
Joy of joys, she and Andy were the only ones in the Wentworth family invited to stay on the Wyoming ranch. They would have a whole week to themselves to get closer and make plans for the future. When they left, they would be going to a new place to live. She had it all arranged. If her in-laws wanted to remain in her life and Andy’s, they would have to deal with her move and accept it.
The letter inviting them here had served as a stepping-stone to their new life. When these retired marines had shown such kindness and generosity, she’d been moved to tears, not only for Andy’s sake, but her own. Not that her son hadn’t had a different attitude than hers when she’d first told him.
“I’m not going.” He’d sounded so much like his obstinate deceased father, with that same mulish tone of voice that often crept in these days. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”
“Honey, this is a great honor for all of us. Think of it—these military men are trying to show you how much they care what your dad did to save lives.”
“I don’t want to go.” He’d kicked the end of his bed in anger.
“Andy—I never want to see you do that again!”
“But a dude ranch sounds stupid!” He’d turned away from her.
To her horror, he was becoming more and more unmanageable lately. He hadn’t seemed to enjoy the cruise vacation at all. His grandparents were so cold and controlling. Winn’s death only served to have brought a permanent winter into their lives. Though she’d been out of love with her husband for years, she ached for Andy and what he was going through, after losing his father.
“How could a vacation like this be stupid?”
“They’re a bunch of lame marines. I hate them!”
Kit thought she understood. To Andy, a letter from the marines represented death and was a terrible reminder of the many months over the years his father had been away on deployment.
This trip would be the first time in years the two of them were completely on their own without the family there to run Andy’s life. Though he’d finally stopped fighting her over the decision to bring him to Wyoming, she saw the deep misery in his eyes. Unfortunately, her darling son had no idea how much more misery was in store for him if they didn’t make the break from his grandparents, who were swallowing them alive.
Winn and his parents had decided years ago that when Andy turned nine, he would be sent to a special elite boarding school located an hour away from Bar Harbor where discipline was strictly enforced. He’d be granted a weekend pass twice a month if he kept up his grades. He was due to start school there in mid-September.
Winn had been sent to the same school at his age and expected that for Andy. It was tradition among the Wentworths, one of the founding families of Maine. Her husband had paid the $50,000 deposit years earlier to reserve his place.
It didn’t matter that he was no longer alive. Andy’s grandfather would carry out his son’s wishes and ignore hers. But Andy was her son and her raison d’être. When Kit had objected because she wanted Andy at home with her, he’d stated the matter was closed.
Since his death the tension at the Wentworth mansion had grown much worse. The out-of-the-blue letter from the ranch was a miracle, and had helped give her the jump start she needed to make some serious decisions. She knew that for her to move out and get a life of her own would be a huge change for both of them—not to mention traumatic for her in-laws.
That’s why she needed this week in Wyoming first to prepare Andy. It would mean treading carefully to broach this plan with her son. If his anger grew any worse, he could possibly require professional help. What if in time Andy turned into his grandfather, outgrowing the sweetness of his nature he’d been born with?
“Honey?” she said quietly. “We’ve arrived.”
His eyes blinked open. They were a lighter gray than Winn’s. His cheek had a line indented into it from lying against the seat. When he slept he became her dear son again, instead of the impossible nine-year-old child she no longer knew.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave the plane?”
“No.” His rude answer resonated in the jet’s interior. He unfastened his seat belt and got up with a scowl on his face. “I told you I don’t want to be here.”
She was sick for him, knowing he was a volcano ready to explode from all of the pain and emotion he held inside. Kit had lost her influence over him years ago, but she was his mother and he needed her. Even if he wasn’t aware of it.
Because the family had her trapped in an emotional vise of guilt, she’d been ineffectual in dealing with him. Now, that was going to change—she couldn’t live under the same roof with her in-laws any longer. She had to leave, and when she did there’d be no going back.
With his shoulders slumped, Andy started down the aisle behind the other passengers without saying anything else. She grabbed her handbag and followed him to the exit. When they reached the inside of the terminal, Kit saw a cowboy in well-worn boots striding toward them with unconscious male authority. A brown Western shirt and jeans covered his tall, fit physique.
The striking male looked to be in his early thirties. He tipped back his sand-colored cowboy hat, revealing a widow’s peak of raven-black hair. There were no rings on his fingers. “Mrs. Wentworth?”
As she moved closer his dark brown eyes sized her up. They were neither admiring or leering, one of the two looks she was used to receiving from men. For the first time since she could remember, she saw a guarded look coming from the stranger’s eyes and wondered why.
“Are you Mr. Lundgren?”
“No. I’m Ross Livingston, his business partner.” He possessed a deep voice, but his civil response didn’t have the Western twang she’d expected.
“I remember your name from the letter. It’s a great pleasure to meet you. This is my son, Andy. I’m sorry if you had trouble meeting this earlier plane. We’ve been in Norway and caught a flight out of New York to Denver that put us in here ahead of schedule.”
“No problem at all. We’re glad you arrived safely.”
Still feeling unsettled by the way he’d been looking at her, she said, “We’re very honored you would choose our family when there are so many others affected by the war. Andy’s father would be incredibly proud.”
“After your husband’s sacrifice, we consider it our pleasure.” He stepped forward to shake their hands but focused his attention on Andy. “Welcome to the Teton Valley Dude Ranch, son.” After a cough he asked, “Have you ever been to Wyoming?”
“No.” The peeved sound that came out of Andy was totally mortifying to her.
Kit glanced at their host. “I’m afraid he just woke up from a sound sleep.”
“I understand. Long transatlantic flights do the same thing to me.” He’d said it with urbane sophistication, acting as if nothing was wrong, but she knew he knew there was plenty wrong with her son. “Let’s gather your luggage.”
They walked over to the carousel. “We have three cases. They’re the navy ones with the red-and-white trim.”
He reached for them, and they followed him outside past the other passengers to a black, four-door Jeep. He stowed the suitcases in the rear with what looked like effortless ease. To her consternation, the play of hard muscle across his back and shoulders drew her attention without her volition.
Andy just stood there without helping, causing Kit more embarrassment. Their host spoke to him. “Do you prefer the front or backseat?”
“Back,” he mumbled.
“I’ll sit with you, honey.” Kit opened the rear door and climbed in before Mr. Livingston had time to help. Andy got in next to her and pulled the door shut. Their host slid his powerful body behind the wheel of the Jeep, coughing again before they took off.
She glanced out her window so she wouldn’t be tempted to stare at the way his black hair curled in tendrils against the bronzed skin of his neck. Since seeing him walk toward her in the terminal, she’d felt breathless, assuming it was because of the six thousand feet or more altitude after coming from sea level. But upon closer examination, she realized it was the stunning-looking male driving the Jeep who’d caused her lungs to constrict.
The farther away they got from the airport, the freer she felt, despite the tension emanating from both her son and the enigmatic male in front.
Maybe not enigmatic. That wasn’t the word she was looking for. Still, something wasn’t right. The cowboy’s attitude wasn’t as warm as the tone of his partner’s letter that had touched her heart. She would have to wait until tonight after Andy had fallen asleep before she’d be able to apologize to their host about her son.
Perhaps coming here for the first week of September rather than anytime in August had put them out, though they hadn’t seemed to mind when she’d asked if she could change the dates. After the generosity of these marines, changing the dates to please her in-laws had embarrassed her terribly. When she got the opportunity, she would explain what had happened.
Still troubled by her thoughts, she saw a jet climb into one of the bluest skies she’d ever seen. With the Grand Teton in the background, the sight was magnificent beyond words. She watched until the plane was a mere speck before she sighed with relief. They were really here, delivered to the small town of seven thousand people. It wasn’t just a dream.
She’d been living for this moment. From now on their future plans rested solely with her.
Suddenly she felt their host’s piercing glance on her through the rearview mirror. She could almost believe he was reading her mind. “If you’re hungry, say the word and we can stop for a bite to eat in Jackson. Otherwise dinner is served from five to eight in the dining room of the main ranch house.”
Anyone watching or listening would think he was being perfectly polite. He was, but behind his benign suggestion she still sensed he had reservations about her.
“I don’t want to eat,” Andy muttered to her before he turned and hunched against the door.
Kit didn’t know if their host had heard him or not. Her son had completely forgotten his manners. “Thank you for asking, but we had a meal before we landed so we’re fine until later.”
“You don’t even want something to drink?”
“No, thank you.”
He turned onto the main highway. “We’ll be at the ranch in fifteen minutes. There’ll be drinks and snacks in your cabin.”
“That sounds wonderful.” In order to shut his compelling image from her vision, she closed her eyes, but another cough from him reminded her he was still there. He must be getting over a cold.
The first stage in her plan had been accomplished. She and Andy were far away from Maine and her in-laws. Unfortunately she hadn’t expected a complication like Mr. Livingston. Despite the fact that he seemed to have reservations about her, she’d already become aware of him as a man, a disturbing one. This awareness hadn’t happened to her since before her marriage to Winn. She didn’t like it.
Chemistry had been responsible for their ill-advised union. Of course she could never regret Andy, who was the joy of her existence, but she was ten years older now and knew better than to get carried away a second time.
Kit’s one purpose in life was to make a new life for her and Andy. Beyond that she couldn’t think.
