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A Baby For The Rancher
Margaret Daley
The Cowboy’s Unexpected FamilyAwakening from a months-long coma, Ben Stillwater is met with a big surprise: the footloose bachelor cowboy is a father! Ben tries to adjust to life with baby Cody and decides what the child really needs is a mom. Sheriff Lucy Benson does not seem a likely candidate—she already has her hands full closing in on the thieves who have been targeting the ranches of Little Horn, Texas. But the closer Ben gets to Lucy—and the closer they get to solving the mystery—the more it seems the free-spirited rancher and the determined officer could be the perfect match.
The Cowboy’s Unexpected Family
Awakening from a months-long coma, Ben Stillwater is met with a big surprise: the footloose bachelor cowboy is a father! Ben tries to adjust to life with baby Cody and decides what the child really needs is a mom. Sheriff Lucy Benson does not seem a likely candidate—she already has her hands full closing in on the thieves who have been targeting the ranches of Little Horn, Texas. But the closer Ben gets to Lucy—and the closer they get to solving the mystery—the more it seems the free-spirited rancher and the determined officer could be the perfect match.
“What Cody really needs is a mother.”
“You, settle down with one woman?” Lucy asked.
“That’s not an impossibility when I find the right person,” Ben said.
“What are you looking for?”
“Someone who loves children, has a good sense of humor, knows what she wants and…”
She waited half a minute before saying, “And what?”
“There is a connection between us—chemistry. Any suggestions on how to find a mother for Cody?”
In that moment, his gaze locked with hers, robbing her of any response. A lump swelled in her throat, taking her by surprise. She wanted the best for Cody—and Ben. “Let me think on it. Cody is a special kid. You’ll only want the best for him.”
His eyes gleamed. “Of course. He’s a Stillwater.” He took a long sip of his milk shake, watching her the whole time.
* * *
Lone Star Cowboy League:
Bighearted ranchers in small-town Texas
A Reunion for the Rancher by Brenda Minton, October 2015
A Doctor for the Nanny by Leigh Bale, November 2015
A Ranger for the Holidays by Allie Pleiter, December 2015
A Family for the Soldier by Carolyne Aarsen, January 2016
A Daddy for Her Triplets by Deb Kastner, February 2016
A Baby for the Rancher by Margaret Daley, March 2016
MARGARET DALEY, an award-winning author of ninety books, has been married for over forty years and is a firm believer in romance and love. When she isn’t traveling, she’s writing love stories, often with a suspense thread, and corralling her three cats that think they rule her household. To find out more about Margaret, visit her website at margaretdaley.com (http://margaretdaley.com).
A Baby
for the Rancher
Margaret Daley
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
If we confess our sins,
He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins,
and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
—1 John 1:9
To the other five authors in this continuity series. It was fun working with you all.
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Margaret Daley for her contribution to the Lone Star Cowboy League miniseries.
Contents
Cover (#u69565ad6-c900-565f-ac29-25876fcfa724)
Back Cover Text (#u281d8303-d5a8-507f-9913-1d90e218f5bb)
Introduction (#u627624e2-0056-5f01-be52-5d429dd2ab64)
About the Author (#u4bb5f827-e5ab-5601-9d1e-824023abd3ed)
Title Page (#u471b3338-4e23-5bbd-b844-d44423c48284)
Bible Verse (#u9da214e2-d771-59e7-b630-f0e3dcfecde6)
Dedication (#ud38fc609-5b66-58c7-a29d-bb2b3d29e3fd)
Acknowledgment (#u443d61cc-10cc-509e-a959-5ec46e287d6b)
Chapter One (#uc518f155-5810-5f92-ad9b-aa74ef1541a6)
Chapter Two (#u0be6f708-5b43-5055-a998-f99ec66c8931)
Chapter Three (#u34448a6a-2b86-58fa-824c-11212b384ffe)
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Chapter One (#ulink_14a635c5-43e7-5b10-8097-8995d7665f23)
Sheriff Lucy Benson carefully replaced the receiver in its cradle, in spite of her urge to slam it down. Frustration churned her stomach into a huge knot. Where is Betsy McKay? None of her law-enforcement contacts in Texas had panned out. She’d been sure that Betsy was in Austin or San Antonio, the two largest cities closest to Little Horn in the Texas Hill Country.
Lucy rose from behind her desk at the sheriff’s office. She grabbed her cowboy hat from the peg on the wall, set it on her head and decided to go for a walk. She needed to work off some of this aggravation plaguing her ever since the series of robberies had started months ago in her county. She still hadn’t been able to bring in the Robin Hoods, as the robbers had been dubbed since many gifts given to the poor in the area had mysteriously started not long after the cattle rustling and stealing of equipment began.
Stepping outside to a beautiful March afternoon, she paused on the sidewalk and relished the clear blue sky, the air with only a hint of a chill. They needed rain, but for the moment she savored the bright sunshine as a sign of good things to come.
She was closer to figuring out who the Robin Hoods were. They were most likely teenagers who were familiar with the area and ranch life. Of course, that described all the teenagers surrounding Little Horn. But there also seemed to be a connection to Betsy McKay. The ranches like Byron McKay’s were the main targets. The owners of each place hit by the Robin Hoods hadn’t helped Mac McKay when he needed it. Could this be mere coincidence? Mac’s death, caused by his heavy drinking, had sent Betsy, his daughter, fleeing Little Horn her senior year in high school.
The Lone Star Cowboy League, a service organization formed to help its ranchers, could have stepped up and helped more, although Mac hadn’t been a member. But even more, Byron McKay, the richest rancher in the area and Mac’s cousin, should have helped Mac when he went to Byron for assistance.
Lucy headed toward Maggie’s Coffee Shop to grab a cup of coffee, and then she had to come up with another way to find Betsy. As she neared the drugstore, the door swung open and Ben Stillwater emerged with a sack. His Stetson sat low on his forehead, and he wore sunglasses, hiding his dark brown eyes that in the past had always held a teasing twinkle in them.
But that was before he had been in a coma for weeks and struggled to recover from his riding accident. The few times she’d seen him lately, his somber gaze had held none of his carefree, usual humor. He had a lot to deal with.
Ben stopped and looked at her, a smile slowly tilting his mouth up as he tipped the brim of his black hat toward her. “It’s nice to see you, Lucy. How’s it going?”
“I’m surprised to see you in town.”
“Why?” The dimples in his cheeks appeared as his grin deepened.
“You just got out of the hospital.”
“Days ago. I’m not letting my accident stop me any more than necessary. I’m resuming my duties at the ranch. Well, at least part of them. I know that my foreman and my brother have done a nice job in my—absence. But I’m home now, and you know me—I can’t sit around twiddling my thumbs all day.”
For a few seconds, Lucy glimpsed the man Ben had once been, the guy who played hard and wouldn’t stay long with any woman. He’d never been able to make a long-term commitment. How long would it take before he reverted to his old ways? Yes, he had been a good rancher and put in a lot of work at his large spread, but still, he had never been serious about much of anything except his ranch. And helping teens. “How’s the Future Ranchers Program at your place going with your absence?”
“Zed and Grady have kept it going. I’d been working a lot with Maddy Coles, Lynne James and Christie Markham before the accident, so they knew what to do.”
Maddy had been Betsy McKay’s best friend while she’d lived here. Did she know where Betsy was and wouldn’t say? “What are you doing in town?”
“Picking up my prescriptions. I had to get out of the house. I hate inactivity even if I have to work through some pain. I’m going stir-crazy, and I promised Grandma that I wouldn’t go back to work until I’m home a week.” Again those dimples appeared in his cheeks. “What was I thinking? Only thirty-six hours, then I’m a free man.”
“How’s Cody doing?” She still couldn’t believe that Ben was a father, although the DNA test that had come back could only state Cody was a Stillwater, a son either of Grady or Ben, identical twins. The eight-month-old was staying at the Stillwater Ranch, and Ben seemed to accept the fact he was the boy’s dad since Grady had said the child couldn’t be his. She’d always thought of Ben as a playboy, happiest with no ties to hold him down, but a baby could certainly do that.
Ben removed his sunglasses, his dark brown eyes serious. “A little man on the go. I think he knows the house better than I do.”
She’d wanted to ask him about the letter, addressed to Ben, that she’d given Grady to give him. She’d found it in the wreck outside town where a young woman had died. Was she Cody’s mother? What did it say? The words were on the tip of her tongue to ask him when she spied Byron heading for her.
Ben glanced at the tall man with a large stomach and wavy strawberry blond hair coming toward them. “He looks like he’s on a mission.”
“Yeah, I’m sure he is.”
“Do you want me to stay?” Ben put his sunglasses on.
“No, he’s my problem. You don’t need the stress.” The less others heard Byron’s tirade the better she would feel. If she could escape, she would.
“But—”
“I mean it. Listening to him is, sadly, part of my job. Take care.”
Ben tipped his hat and strode toward his truck, pausing a moment to speak with Byron, who frowned and continued his trek toward her.
“Sheriff.” Byron planted himself in Lucy’s path. “What kind of progress have you made on the thefts occurring?”
“I have a few leads I’m following.”
“Like what?” he demanded in a deep, loud voice.
Lucy glanced around, wishing this conversation could take place in her office, not on the main street of Little Horn. “I have a possible lead on where the cattle are being sold. Without brands, it’s harder to track the stolen cows.” The rustlers had stolen new cattle that hadn’t been branded yet.
“Yeah, we all know the thieves know what’s going on here. Maybe when you find them, we should elect one of them sheriff next year when you’re up for reelection.”
Heat singed her cheeks as a couple slowed their step on the sidewalk to listen to the conversation. “That would be a brilliant idea. Put the crooks in charge.”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you. I help pay your salary, and I want to see this settled. Now.”
The drugstore door opened, and Lucy looked to see who else would witness Byron’s dressing-down. His twins, Gareth and Winston, came to a stop a few feet from their father. Winston’s eyebrows slashed down while Gareth’s expression hardened.
Holding up a sack, Winston moved forward. “Dad, we’ve got what we need for the school project. Ready to go?”
A tic twitched in Gareth’s cheek, his gaze drilling into his father.
The twins weren’t happy with Byron. Lucy couldn’t blame them. He’d been going around town, ready to launch into a spiel with anyone who would listen about what should be done to the rustlers and why she wasn’t doing her job. His ranch had been hit the hardest.
Her gaze swept from one twin to the other. Maybe the boys knew where Betsy was. She needed to talk to them without their father. Anytime the conversation turned to Mac or Betsy, Byron went off on one of his heated outbursts.
Byron nodded at his sons, then turned to her and said, “Think about when you run for sheriff next year. Do you want me as a supporter or an enemy?”
“Dad, we’ve got a lot of work to do tonight,” Gareth said in an angry tone, then marched toward Byron’s vehicle across the street.
