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of the home he’d lived in as a young boy. It was still a working sugarcane farm and he breathed in a heavy, nostalgic breath. If his parents had lived he would have taken over the farm and been the fourth generation McCord to do so. Instead, the place had been sold to another neighboring farmer three months after their deaths and Tanner was shipped off to boarding school a couple of weeks later. After that, he spent the holidays with Ruthie. Doug was in the army by then and returned whenever he could. But there were times when Tanner didn’t see his brother for six or more months.
    It was Ruthie who showed him kindness and offered comfort and understanding while he grieved the loss of his parents. Not really a grandmother, but as close to one as Tanner had known. It was she who’d pushed him to pursue his talent with horses and arranged the opportunity for him to work with her brother-in-law, a horse breaker and rancher, in South Dakota. After traveling through Europe for a couple of years, Tanner settled in Cedar Creek ten years ago and finally found a place he could call his own.
    He locked the car and headed up the path.
    “’Bout time you got here,” Ruthie said with a wide grin as he took the narrow steps in two strides and landed on the porch. “I’ve had the coffee ready for half an hour.”
    Tanner hugged her close. He hadn’t seen Ruthie for two years and she still looked as vibrant and healthy as she did back then. Her hair was still dyed an impossibly bright red, and she still wore moleskins, her favorite cowboy boots, and moved with that straight-backed confidence he’d recognize anywhere. Ruthie Nevelson was the best person he’d ever known, and he’d missed her like crazy.
    “Hello, Ruthie,” he said, smiling broadly. “It’s good to see you, too.”
    She set herself back to get a better look at him. “That leg still ailing you?”
    He nodded. “A little. The long flight didn’t help. It’ll ease up in a couple of days.”
    “Good,” she said and grabbed his arm. “Now, come inside and eat the cake I made for you.”
    There had always been something about Ruthie’s cooking that could cheer him up, and she knew it well. He followed her inside the house and down the narrow hall. Two small dogs came scurrying to greet them and bounced around his feet for attention.
    “Ignore them,” she said as she dropped her hat on the cluttered counter and pointed to a seat at the table. “They’ll lose interest soon enough.”
    “They’re new,” he said and pulled out a chair. “What happened to Bluey?” he asked about her old sheepdog.
    “Got sick and died last spring,” she replied. “Inherited these two when Stan Jarvis passed away a few months ago.”
    Stan had been Ruthie’s on-again, off-again suitor for over twenty years. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    She shrugged and grabbed two mugs. “Everybody dies,” she said and gave him a wide smile. “Even this old girl will one day.”
    “Impossible,” Tanner said with a grin, then more seriously. “It’s so good to see you.”
    “You, too.” Ruthie poured coffee and brought the mugs to the table. “I was expecting you yesterday. Where’d you stay last night?”
    “Cassie’s,” Tanner said as he sat down and spotted a large frosted cake in the center of the table. He reached out to steal a fingerful of frosting, giving an approving “Mmm” at the delicious flavor.
    Ruthie stared at him. “I see.”
    “It was late when I got there,” he explained. “And since I wanted to see the baby anyway, she offered—”
    “You told her about the house?” Ruthie asked in her usual straight-to-the-point way.
    Tanner shrugged. “We discussed things.”
    She shook her head. “Messy situation. Typical of that no-good brother of yours.”
    Ruthie had never pulled punches when it came to Doug. But Tanner respected her too much to disagree. “I’ll have to sell the place.”
    “I thought as much.” Ruthie’s expression narrowed.