His leathered face crinkled and his kind eyes appeared sympathetic when he lifted a hand and waved. Carly climbed out of the truck and hugged the middle-aged man tightly. “Your old man was a good man.” Jake slid his hat back on his forehead. “I thought he’d outlive us all.” “He was certainly stubborn enough to.” Carly backed away and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. Jake nodded. “How are you, Chance?” He stuck out a hand and Chance took it. “Jake, do you have a minute to go over some of the details of the ranch?” Chance asked. Carly watched the two men go off in one direction. She headed the opposite way. When her and Chance had passed the barns on the drive up to the house, she saw Leslie’s truck parked around the outer buildings. She hadn’t spoken with her in some time and wanted to see how the horses were doing. Leslie was examining one of the mares when Carly rounded the barn door. The other woman looked up and acknowledged her with a sheltered expression.
