The town where Addie and John had married, and where they had eaten in the restaurant as a family, was behind them now. Suddenly John laughed aloud, then smiled at Addie, looking terribly pleased with himself. “Colin’s mouth dropped open a foot when we told him we had married and were going to my ranch in New Mexico.” “Poor child. He wasn’t sure what that meant for him and Jane Ann and Trisha. He and his sister have been shuffled from one place to another since their folks died.” “He’ll be all right now. In less than a half-hour I got myself two boys and a girl.” “That pleases you?” “Hell, yes. Every man wants sons . . . and daughters.” Addie was mystified by his exuberance over taking on the responsibility of children who were not his. “But they’re not . . . yours.” “Yes, they are. When I married you, they became my stepchildren.” His dark brows came together in a frown. “Are you thinking I’ll not be a good father to them?” “No, I wasn’t thinking that.
What do You think about Dorothy Garlock - [Wabash River]?
