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Jonah, leaning against the wooden fence, turned to his son with a smile. “That’s right, Jacob. They’re rounding up the steers. Growing up fast, aren’t you?” He tousled Jacob’s light brown hair, a spitting image of Annabelle’s.
Two years had flown since Jonah and Annabelle had weathered storms both literal and figurative, and now, their ranch was not just surviving, but thriving. The fields were a lush green, the cattle healthy, and the orchards heavy with the promise of a bountiful harvest.
Annabelle, joining them, wrapped an arm around Jonah’s waist. “He’s almost speaking now. Can you believe it?” Her eyes sparkled with the same warmth and determination that had first drawn Jonah to her.
“Seems like just yesterday he was born,” Jonah agreed, his gaze wandering over the prosperous land that stretched before them. Under Cole’s diligent management, the ranch had grown, becoming a beacon of prosperity in the region.
The laughter of the ranch hands echoed in the distance, a sound that brought a sense of peace to Jonah’s heart. Linda and Daniel McCoy, along with their ever-energetic son Ollie, were integral parts of this harmonious picture, contributing not just their labor but also a sense of community.
As the sun began its descent, casting a golden hue over the ranch, the workers started returning. The clatter of horseshoes and the lowing of cattle provided a backdrop to this idyllic scene.
Inside the ranch house, the aroma of a hearty meal filled the air. Annabelle had outdone herself again, her culinary skills a source of comfort and joy for everyone who lived and worked on the ranch.
They gathered around the large dining table, a mishmash of characters who had become family. Cole, with his ever-present hat and a new scar that told of a recent adventure; Ollie, whose eyes were bright with the day’s work; and the McCoys, who brought laughter and lightness to any gathering.
Jonah watched as Jacob, seated on Annabelle’s lap, tried to mimic the adults, his babbling a delightful addition to their conversation. “Ah da da,” he said, pointing at Jonah.
“That’s right, Jacob,” Jonah said, his heart swelling with pride. “I’m your da.”
Dinner was a lively affair, full of laughter and stories. The ranch hands shared tales from the day, while Ollie eagerly spoke of his latest invention, something he claimed would change ranching forever.
As they ate, the last rays of sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a warm glow. It was moments like these that Jonah cherished the most. The hardships they had faced seemed like distant memories, overshadowed by the present joy and the hopeful promise of the future.
After dinner, as Jacob played with a wooden horse on the floor, Jonah leaned back in his chair, content. His gaze lingered on Annabelle, who was laughing at something Cole had said, and then on Jacob, who was the very embodiment of their love and hope. Jonah had found a family again.
The following day dawned clear and bright, a typical morning on the ranch with the usual bustle of activity. But as the sun climbed higher, an unexpected figure appeared on the horizon, riding slowly towards the ranch. A sense of curiosity rippled through the workers as they paused to observe the newcomer.
Jonah, overseeing the loading of hay onto a wagon, straightened up as he noticed the approaching rider. Beside him, Cole squinted into the distance. “Friend of yours?” he asked.
“Can’t say yet,” Jonah replied, a trace of intrigue in his voice.
The stranger rode with an easy confidence, yet there was a hesitance in his approach, as if he were reacquainting himself with long-forgotten memories. He was a lean man, dressed in a well-worn coat, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat.
As the rider drew closer, he pulled back the brim of his hat, revealing keen eyes that held a mix of apprehension and hope. “Excuse me,” he called out as he reached Jonah and Cole. “I’m looking for Jonah Maddox. I was told I could find him here.”
The stranger dismounted, an air of relief visible in his demeanor. “My name is Thomas Maddox. I’m your cousin, Jonah. Left these parts many years ago when the town was under a different sort of law.”
Jonah’s expression shifted from curiosity to surprise. “Thomas? I remember hearing about you. You left when I was just a boy.”
Thomas nodded, a faint smile crossing his lips. “That’s right. I heard the town’s changed for the better. Thought it was time to come back, see the place once more. I’ve got no family left where I was.”
The revelation of a long-lost relative stirred a sense of kinship in Jonah. “Well, Thomas, as long as you’re family, you’re welcome here,” he said, extending a hand. Thomas shook it warmly.
Annabelle, having heard of the newcomer, approached with Jacob toddling beside her. “Who do we have here?” she asked with a friendly smile.
“This is Thomas, my cousin,” Jonah introduced. “Seems like he’s come home after a long time.”
Annabelle’s welcoming nature shone through as she extended her hand. “Any family of Jonah is family to us. Welcome to our ranch, Thomas.”
Thomas’s eyes softened as he looked at Jacob, who clutched his mother’s dress. “You’ve got a fine place here, Jonah. And a beautiful family.”
The rest of the day saw Thomas being introduced to the life of the ranch. He shared stories of his travels, of the places he had seen, and the life he had led away from the town. There was a sense of wonder in his tales, but also a hint of loneliness that had driven him back to his roots.
As evening approached, Jonah invited Thomas to stay for dinner, an offer readily accepted. The ranch hands, initially cautious, warmed up to the newcomer, drawn in by his stories and the familial connection he shared with Jonah.
That night, as they gathered around the dinner table, there was an air of celebration, a welcoming of a long-lost family member. Annabelle prepared a feast, and laughter and conversation flowed freely. Thomas seemed to shed the weight of his years on the road, brightening under the glow of kinship and belonging.
For Jonah, the return of his cousin was a reminder of the past, a link to a part of his family he thought was lost. As they all sat together, sharing stories and making plans for the future, Jonah felt a deep sense of fulfillment. The ranch was more than just a home; it was a place where lost family could find their way back, where new memories were forged, and where the past and present melded into a hopeful future.
As the evening wore on and the plates were cleared, the group settled into a more intimate gathering in the ranch’s cozy living room. The crackling fire in the hearth cast a warm, flickering light over the faces of the family and friends gathered around. Jacob, now sound asleep in Annabelle’s arms, added a peaceful serenity to the scene.
Jonah, leaning back in his chair with a contented sigh, turned his attention to Thomas. “So, cousin, you remember any stories about the old days? About my folks?”
Thomas, who had been quietly observing the interactions with a gentle smile, nodded. “I sure do, Jonah. You know, your parents were quite the characters. Your father had a knack for finding humor in everything.”
A flicker of curiosity lit up Jonah’s eyes. “Oh?”
Thomas chuckled, his eyes glinting with the memory. “One time, your father decided to liven up the town’s annual fair. He got it into his head to enter a pig in the beauty contest.”
Laughter erupted around the room, but Jonah leaned forward, eager for more. “A pig? In the beauty contest?”
“Yep,” Thomas continued, “dressed it up in a bonnet and everything. The judges didn’t know whether to disqualify him or give him first prize for creativity. I think they settled on a special award for ‘Most Unconventional Beauty.’”
The room was filled with hearty laughter, even Cole, who usually maintained a stoic facade, couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sounds like he was a real character,” Cole remarked.
“He was,” Thomas agreed. “And your mother, Jonah, she was the only one who could keep him in line. She pretended to be all upset about it, but later, I caught her laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.”
Jonah’s expression softened, a bittersweet feeling washing over him as he imagined the scene. It was a poignant reminder of the family he had lost, the laughter and love still echoing in his heart. “Thank you for sharing that,” he said softly.
Annabelle reached out, placing her hand over Jonah’s. “Between the stories Jonah has shared with me and this, they sound like they were wonderful people. I’m sorry Jacob and I never got the chance to meet them.”
“Me too,” Jonah replied, squeezing her hand. “But hearing these stories, it’s like they’re still with us, in a way.”
Thomas nodded, a reflective look in his eyes. “They left a strong legacy, Jonah. This ranch, this family—it’s a testament to their spirit. They would have been proud to see what you’ve built here.”
The room fell into a comfortable silence, each person lost in their thoughts, the memories of Jonah’s parents lingering like a gentle presence among them.
Eventually, Cole stood up, stretching. “Well, I reckon it’s time to turn in. Big day tomorrow.”
One by one, the others followed, bidding each other goodnight. Jonah remained seated, looking into the flames, lost in thought. Thomas lingered a moment longer.
“You’ve done well, Jonah. Your parents’ legacy lives on through you,” he said quietly before heading to his room.
Jonah stayed there for a long while, the fire slowly dying down to embers, reflecting on the past and the unexpected joy of reconnecting with a part of it. He felt a deep gratitude for this moment, for his family, and for the memories that, though bittersweet, were a bridge to the loved ones he missed. As he rose from his chair, he gently took Jacob from Annabelle’s arms, the little boy stirring slightly before nestling closer to his father. Jonah looked down at his son, seeing in him a reflection of the past and a bright promise for the future.
With careful steps, Jonah carried Jacob to his room, which was bathed in the soft, tranquil light of the moon filtering through the window. He laid Jacob down in his bed, watching as his son’s chest rose and fell rhythmically in sleep. For a moment, Jonah just stood there, watching over him, a protective and loving presence.
The innocence and peace on Jacob’s face brought a sense of calm to Jonah. It was a poignant reminder of the cycle of life, of how the love and values passed down from his parents were now his to pass on to Jacob.
After ensuring Jacob was comfortably asleep, Jonah quietly closed the nursery door and returned to the bedroom. Annabelle was sitting up in bed, a thoughtful expression on her face. She patted the space beside her, and Jonah joined her, the bed creaking softly under his weight.
“He’s asleep,” Jonah whispered, as he settled beside her.
Annabelle smiled softly. “He looks so peaceful. It’s hard to believe how fast he’s growing.”
Jonah nodded, his thoughts still on the day’s revelations. “Thomas coming back… it’s like a piece of my past has returned. I want to help him settle in, maybe find him a job in town.”
“I was thinking the same,” Annabelle agreed. “We could speak with Daniel. With the town growing, they could use more hands. And Thomas has a lot of skills that could be useful.”
“Yeah,” Jonah said, a grateful look in his eyes. “I knew I could count on you. You always know what to do.”
Annabelle reached out, her hand finding his in the dim light. “We’re in this together, Jonah. Your family is my family.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, each lost in their thoughts, before Jonah spoke again. “Annabelle, I…” He paused, searching for the right words. “I can’t thank you enough. For standing by me, for building this life with me. You and Jacob, you’re my world.”
Tears glistened in Annabelle’s eyes as she squeezed his hand. “Jonah, I love you. I love this life we’ve built, the challenges we’ve faced, and the joys we’ve shared. There’s no one else I’d rather be on this journey with.”
They leaned in, sharing a tender kiss, a reaffirmation of their bond and commitment. Outside, the world was quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of the wind through the trees.
As they lay down, wrapped in each other’s arms, Jonah felt a profound sense of contentment. The challenges of the past and the uncertainties of the future seemed distant in the face of the love and warmth that filled the room.
In that moment, with his family close and his heart full, Jonah knew that no matter what the future held, they would face it together, with the same strength and love that had brought them this far.
Hello there, I really hope you liked my new western adventure story and the extended epilogue! I would be very happy to read your thoughts below.
I have come to enjoy reading your books. Thank you for your creations.
J.W. Cheatwood
Thank you so much for your review and support, James!
I enjoyed the book very much. Jonah and annabelle were great characters. The ranch hands were well written. Each distinct people that you remembered.
I liked how things worked out.the
Thank you so much for your review and support, Sandy! I am so glad you enjoyed the book!
Hi!…Yes!…I loved the book and read it as fast as I could…all the characters were alive in my mind as I read with all their different personalities and characteristics…was very happy to see you had an extended epilogue and hope that there is Part 2 to see how Thomas and Jacob add to the mix…wish this book was on screen…movie or series?…anyway…I love your writing style…and look forward to reading more of your books!..have a good evening!
Thank you so much for your review and support, Tonya! I am so glad you enjoyed the book!
I do love your stories. They have grit and determination, loyalty and love. I always enjoy an extended epilogue too as it adds to the overall story.
A couple of mistakes though which need sorting. Towards the end of the main story Jonah is referred to as Jacob.
In this epilogue he is referred to as Mercer when he is a Maddox. Why did Thomas come back? not explained and the Jacob says” look papa” and then is referred to as almost speaking??
otherwise a very good read
I am so gratefull for your comment, Carol! Thank you so much for your support!
The initial chapter became different after Jacob arrived at the
ranch and killed the lion. The entire story held my interest and at no time could I predict what happens next.
A great attribute for an author. I loved the way the story
changed after Silas was arrested. You brought that to a quick
conclusion without dwelling on it. Outstanding !
Thank you so much for your review and support, Ray! I am so glad you enjoyed the book!
How do I buy, Extended Epilog ?
Hi Anita! The extended epilogue is free and you can find it here: https://dereklevine.com/road-retribution-extended-epilogue/
I enjoyed the book, great story line. However there was line in the book where Sheriff threatened to Tape a man’s mouth shut. Tape was invented in 1925 by Richard Drew. This story dated 1870 so that line was not possible in that year.
Thank you so much for your support and kind comment, Marnita! So glad you enjoyed the story!
What a riveting tale! I am a big fan of Westerns, particularly yours. The characters are bigger than life. The Old West must have been a challenging time to be in, but I am pretty sure that I would not have survived long in that environment. All in all, your tales are the closest I will ever come to the Old West. Thanks again for a great tale. Looking forward to more.
As Tonya Greenhoward, has already mentioned, this has been such a good book to read and enjoy, it would be great to read Part 2 which is as yet unwritten. The intertwining of this family’s lives is sure to be wonderful. So, please. Do it, Derek.
Thank you so much for your kind words and support, Bob! I don’t do sequels but I might thought about it!