The Stolen Suitor (2016)
“Time was a rude little fucker. Seemed like only yesterday, he was living here with Polly. He could see John, clear as day, bursting out the screen door of the house, eight years old and a little chunky—damn, that boy loved to eat—and then at fourteen, when his shoot up in height, and his working with the horses, had put paid to that baby fat for good. And Laura and Sally too, his baby girls.
His girls were now grown, married, and moved away, happy with kids of their own. And John….
When John had married Trixie, a real horse gal, Billy and Polly had moved into town and let them have the ranch. The work had started to be more burden than pleasure, what with Billy’s back, and Polly had been wanting to move to town for some time. For a few bright years there, when they’d driven under this sign, it had been to visit their grown son, wife, and grandbaby. Happy days.
Polly was gone now, and John too, to the everlasting shame of the world. It was a heartache to come here now.
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