A Texas Holiday Reunion. Shannon Taylor Vannatter
ride horses or wagons around Bandera.”
“But I don’t want to ride a horse.”
“How about a wagon?” Resa patted the hay bale where she sat. “You can ride in this very wagon.”
“Can we go, Daddy? Can we?”
“We’ll see.”
“It wouldn’t be Christmas caroling without you.” Nigel sent Colson a hopeful smile. “But just in case, we can sing now.” Nigel started “Silent Night” off, his deep rich baritone echoing through the crisp air.
As voices joined, Landry elbowed Resa. “So why is the cowboy still here?”
Resa whispered the explanation.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s no big deal.”
“And the little girl is his?”
“He was married. But his wife died two years ago.”
“Hmm.”
“There’s no ‘hmm.’”
“So why did you invite him on the hayride if you don’t like him?”
“I invited Cheyenne on the hayride.” She whispered the whole thing about Hyacinth demanding a visit.
“And you care about this child because?”
“I don’t know.” Resa shrugged. “She’s just a little girl. Who lost her mother. And now she’s had to move away from everything she’s ever known because of me. The least I can do is ease her discomfort with Christmas lights.”
“Hmm.”
“You already said that. It’s temporary. They’ll only be here until my parents get back. And then they’ll move back to Kingsville.”
So why did that thought make her feel sad and lonely?
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