The Rancher's Inherited Family
Brad Logan was late.
He should have left his friend's wedding back in Pinedale hours ago, and now he was still twenty miles away from home. His brother would be angry if he woke up Abby. Though they had a couple months to go before being born, the twins in her belly were already not letting her sleep.
Because he was speeding by, Brad almost missed the flicker in the pasture to the left, a bit of land the Logans rented from the government. Braking to a stop, he backed up to see if it could be true. He thought everyone knew not to have a campfire on government land.
There it was, almost hidden behind a small hill. He had to snuff it out.
His headlights picked up tire tracks leading off the macadam. Following the tracks, he came upon a darkened old car and the offending campfire right beside it.
Only after parking his truck and walking up to the fire did he notice the young woman who sat beside it, obviously in deep thought.
"Ma'am?"
Startled, she jumped, losing her balance on the rock on which she sat. Getting up, she dusted off her rear, sputtering, "Wh-who are you?"
"The name's Brad Logan. My family rents this land from the governmen ... read full excerpt from: The Rancher's Inherited Family ebook
