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A soldier’s homecoming
A former foster kid and army soldier, Tyler Lynch doesn’t trust easily. In fact, the shy mutt who never leaves his side is his sole confidant. Tyler knows what it’s like to be a child in need, so he goes to work at an equine therapy ranch. He’s instantly surprised by the way lovely volunteer Beth McClure seems to understand scared children—and stubborn cowboys. Beth’s tenderness even wins his dog’s trust. But when Tyler faces his greatest fear, it’ll take Beth’s love—and one brave boy—to open the most guarded of hearts.
“I saw that panicked look on your face when I was sitting with Riley. You looked like I was fixin’ to scare the poor kid.”
“I knew from experience that the more you push a boy that age, the further you push him away,” Tyler said.
Beth heard the pain in his voice. “You’ve been there and done that.”
“I ran through five foster care homes in two years. I was known as a troublemaker until I got to the Olaskys. They didn’t ask me to open up. They gave me the room and the respect I needed.” He gave a soft laugh. “But I got toted to church and that’s where the Lord got a hold of me. After that, I was willing to talk.”
“Well, I hope we made a breakthrough with Riley.”
“We’ll see.”
Beth took a deep breath. Tyler had revealed another layer of himself and her heart whispered he was a good man. He’d slipped past the shield she’d erected around her heart. And oddly enough, that realization didn’t panic her.
Redemption Ranch
Leann Harris
Therefore, there is now no condemnation
for those who are in Christ Jesus. —Romans 8:1
Contents
Chapter One
“Oh, Charming, what’s wrong with me?” Beth McClure ran her hands down the gelding’s broad back. His warm coat and steady heartbeat calmed her.
Twenty minutes ago her brother and his wife, her best friend and former college roommate, had announced there would be a new McClure come spring. Friends and family gathered at the ranch cheered the news.
Beth was glad for them, really.
And sad.
It was selfish of her, but the news stabbed her in the heart, making her realize how alone she was. Oh, sure, she had family, friends, but there was not a prospect of a boyfriend in sight. In some ways she was content to be alone, but her heart still ached.
Charming raised his head and stepped back, knocking Beth into the back wall of the stall. She stumbled, her skirt tangling in her legs, and she twisted her ankle. Wearing heels out in the stables wasn’t smart, but she wasn’t worrying about that when she escaped.
“Charming, what’s wrong with you?” She pushed the horse away as she searched for her shoe. Charming danced again, bumping her a second time. She fell against the side of the stall, losing her other shoe.
“Stop.” She glanced over her shoulder to see what was making the horse so nervous. She spotted the black dog sitting outside the open stall door.
“Oh, sorry, guy.” Beth patted Charming on his back hip to quiet him. The black dog sat quietly, watching her. Beth recognized him. He belonged to the newest employee of Second Chance Ranch, Tyler Lynch. He was an Iraqi War veteran like her brother Zach. Tyler’s dog, Dogger, was known as a cautious critter who didn’t offer his friendship lightly, much like his owner. In the month Tyler had been at the equine therapy ranch, she’d never known his dog to allow anyone to pet him, and she only had a nodding acquaintance with the dog’s owner.
Tyler would politely nod his head or keep up his end of a conversation, but he’d subtly let a person know there was a wall between him and the world. Beth knew that “look.” Zach had worn the exact same expression when he came home from his tour of service.
Intrigued, Beth moved to the front of the stall. “Hey, guy, how are you?”
The dog cocked his head. He had the look of a mutt, short dark hair, mid-size, sleek and with white stockings on his back feet. He had a half-moon scar on the back of his head.
“Are you declaring a truce?” she asked, inching forward.
Charming stretched his neck down toward the dog. Beth reached under the horse’s neck and patted the other side. “What do you think, big guy? You think he wants to make friends?” She whispered the question out of the side of her mouth.
The horse raised his head and nodded.
Beth’s hand fell to her side. “You want me to pet you?” she asked, directing her question to the dog.
Dogger looked from Charming to Beth as if considering the question.
Beth laughed. She stepped out of the stall and held out her hand. The dog moved toward her and sniffed. He sat, waiting for her to oblige him.
Beth squatted and stroked the dog’s head. He accepted her affection. She’d tried to make friends with the dog a couple of times before, but he’d refused her overtures.
“You’re a mighty cagey boy. Did you decide to watch and wait to make sure I was worthy of your trust?”
The dog closed his eyes, enjoying the petting.
“Well, I be—”
Beth jerked at the sound of Tyler’s voice, losing her balance. She sprawled onto the floor, her skirt drifting gracefully around her knees.
“Sorry.” The corner of Tyler’s mouth twitched, making that hands-off look he normally