A Cowboy & A Gentleman
Anthony Duke felt so cold and alone that he shivered as the truck he drove hurtled through the high, wrought-iron gates of Memory Lane Cemetery.
"Slow down, son," his mother commanded.
"Hell." His boot tapped the brake. Maybe he felt alone, but he wasn't. Henrietta Duke, his short, stout mother, who had an iron will, sat beside him, her gnarled fingers repeatedly rubbing circles around her kneecap. Noah, his hyper, eight-year-old son, was slumped in the back seat over one of his electronic games that made nerve-racking, beeping noises as he tapped the plastic keys.
Not that the illusion of solitude was strange to Anthony. He'd lived with it for years — when he'd been with Rene and Noah, as well as when he was out in some desolate pasture working cattle or in one of his breeding barns where he worked to improve deer stock to sell to other ranchers.
Something warm and bright had gone out of his life a helluva long time before Rene had died.
"Daddy! Do little boys ever get new mommies?"
Anthony hissed in a breath.
That same question again. The lines around his mouth deepened. Rene had been dea ... read full excerpt from: A Cowboy & A Gentleman ebook
