A Family for Thanksgiving
October 27
Clay Logan had barely stepped down from his horse before Mrs. Dewey threw her arms around him again.
"Thank you, Clay. Thank you so very, very much."
His neck was going to have a permanent crick in it if she didn't let up soon.
Her husband, standing beside the second trail horse, lifted his seven-year-old daughter, Karen, out of the saddle. Walking over, he grabbed Clay's hand in a vicelike grip and began pumping it up and down. "We owe you a debt of gratitude that we'll never be able to repay."
Clay's boss, Hollister Dodd, owner of the Canadian Wilderness Guide Service, had come out onto the wide porch of the lodge at the Chilihota Ranch. He watched the return of his clients from their packhorse excursion with a puzzled expression on his face.
"It was nothing, ma'am. Honest," Clay managed to mutter past Mrs. Dewey's stranglehold.
She took a step back. "I don't know how you can say that. You saved our daughter's life!"
"What's this?" Hollister came forward to take the reins of Mrs. Dewey's horse.
"Tanner pushed me in the lake." Safe in her father's arms, Karen, a blond-haire ... read full excerpt from: A Family for Thanksgiving ebook
