Her Wyoming Hero. Rebecca Winters
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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 Now the loss of his father had caused a change in her withdrawn and morose son.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