The physical pain was nothing compared to the heartache of losing her best friend, the guilt that plagued her daily, and the nightmares.Īt twenty-six, finding herself didn’t come easy.Īt twenty-six, she had a list. She’d come here looking for a place to hide, to get her life together because no one knew how much she hurt inside. There would always be people who thought they knew where her life had gone wrong and what she needed to do to get back on track. There would always be people wanting to help. Even though she’d tried to keep a low profile since she showed up in Dawson, Oklahoma, a week ago there would always be talk. You aren’t going to talk to me that way, missy. I don’t care if you are Gibson Cross’s kid. He pointed a finger at her that trembled.

I’ve been driving by here for a week, and every day that horse is reaching across the fence trying to get one blade of grass. Harmony glanced at the skin-and-bones animal. I’ll give you double what the animal is worth. No, you didn’t, Harmony countered, nearly smiling, yet not. The old farmer, with a gray grizzled beard and sunken, hazy brown eyes, scratched his chin, as if he really didn’t get it. I don’t know why you think I’m not taking care of that animal.

She needed something to pour her heart into, something that would love her in return and maybe, just maybe, help her find a way back to the person she used to be. Possibly more than anything had ever mattered in her whole life. But the skinny Appaloosa, black with a smattering of white on its rump, mattered. She also couldn’t explain why the horse in his corral mattered so much to her.

I made tea that I think will help you.The farmer stood his ground, his jeans loose, his button-down shirt frayed, with one button missing. “Harmony, are you crying?” Callie walked through the door from the living room dragging a child-size quilt and a teddy bear. Her heart ached at the memory, then she buried it, instead choosing to hug the sleepy little boy curled against her shoulder. a few stray tears that trickled down her cheeks. Rather than calling, she sat at the kitchen table with Cash in her lap and swiped away. If she did call, what would she say to Olivia Cross? She remembered her parting words and cringed. She didn’t know what else to do for him, and the only person she could call, her mom, was hundreds of miles away in Nashville. He sat in the chair and nibbled the crackers and then sipped from the teacup. To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:Ĭash woke up first, toddling into the room, his thumb in his mouth. What reading level is Single Dad Cowboy book?

Single Dad Cowboy by Brenda Minton