Page 1 of A Rancher's Vow
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June, Silver Stone ranch
His fishing line stretched taut as the bobber resurfaced then floated gently toward the middle of the lake. Contented as only a man can be with a rod in his hand and an afternoon off from work stretching before him, Dustin Stone laid back on the shore and covered his face with his cowboy hat.
Sunshine had warmed the grass, and the scent of early summer filled his senses. Peacefulness wrapped him up in an embrace, and he reveled in it. Moments like this truly highlighted that he lived in a spot that was heaven on earth.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t also looking for excitement. Hell, he’d only turned twenty-four this past December…
The same age Caleb had been when he’d become responsible for the entire family.
For a moment the warmth of the day cooled a little, and something inside tightened as it always did when Dustin was reminded of his missing mom and dad. He was only eight when they’d died in a car accident, so it wasn’t memories of them that struck.
It was the fact his oldest brother, Caleb, had given up so much to always be there for them.
Dustin would be the first to admit he had a serious case of hero worship. Especially over the past years as Caleb had worked to rally the Stone clan into the tight-knit unit it was today. A successful ranch, a thriving family—
Yeah, Dustin would do anything for Caleb, and that pretty much carried down the line to the rest of his siblings. As the youngest of five, plus a foster sister, he’d gotten parented by all of them. Could have been hell, but it hadn’t been.
It simply was.
They were good people, his family. They’d been through a lot and come out the other side with a variety of skills that made them shine individually and as a group.
Made it difficult to stand out in the crowd, though. Dustin wasn’t one to crave the spotlight, but it would be nice to be the center of attention once in a while.
The windwhooshedover the lake hard enough that the warning bell attached to the tip of his fishing rod shook once. The light peal of sound faded instantly, but he sat up and checked his line anyway.
The bobber floated easily, the bait untouched.
Dustin’s phone pinged with an incoming message. During the workday, only a very short list of people could contact him. The Silver Stone foreman, Tucker Stewart, was a hard ass when it came to concentrating on the task at hand. Didn’t matter that Tucker was also Dustin’s brother-in-law, there would still be hell to pay if Dustin fucked with the rules.
But now that his shift was over, his phone was back on, and that sound was linked to his best friend, Shim. Another ping sounded, and Dustin dragged the phone from his pocket.
Shim:You never told me. Holy crap, seriously?
Shim:In case you need it. Here: [link]
Dustin stared at the message, confused. He hit the link Shim had included, only to end up on one of those scroll-through-the-bullshit clickbait articles. The title alone made him blink.
Ten billionaire cowboy bachelors you need to meet!
His phone pinged, and then pinged again. This time, one was the tone he’d assigned a different friend, as well as a third message from Shim. Dustin ignored them both and kept reading, not sure what the hell kind of joke Shim was playing.
The fourth clicked-through page made the hair on the back of Dustin’s neck stand up.
The article opened with a couple of pictures.
The first showed Dustin with his second-oldest brother, Luke, and Luke’s wife, Kelli, at a horse sale this past February. The two of them stood side by side, laughing. A good-looking couple, dark haired Luke’s arm was looped around Kelli’s waist as he held her to his side. Her brown hair hung in the two braids she usually wore while working, but the joy on her face made her as bright and shiny as a glamorous front-page model.
Dustin stood beside them with his hands shoved into his front pockets as he grinned toward the ground. For the first time, Dustin realized he stood taller than Luke. And maybe it was a trick of the camera angle, but his shoulders looked broader as well.
Huh. When had that happened?
The second image was just him. Dustin remembered the moment it had happened. He’d been walking beside Kelli, who was leading a new purchase they’d made. Some fool set off a firecracker, and the horse had spooked.
Kelli had the reins and shifted to haul the beast to a stop instantly—she was rock solid when it came to controlling even the unruliest animal. But the horse was big enough he’d reared skyward, jerking her petite frame off the ground.
There’d been no time to think, only react. Dustin had caught the animal around the head, corralling him to a standstill even as he spoke softly to gentle him.
