Epilogue
Four Corners Ranch was founded on an ideal that was never fully realized until Sawyer Garrett, Gus McCloud, Fia King, and
Denver and Daughtry King got together to try and repair the legacy that their parents had so badly damaged.
When they set out to fix the ranch, they didn’t realize that they would also begin the process of healing the wounds that
the past had inflicted on all of them.
Denver King might have been the last man standing, but he more than made up for it with how he loved his wife.
Hell, they all did.
Town hall meetings looked a lot different a decade after Denver and Sheena said I do.
For one thing, there were so many children.
Sawyer and Evelyn had three, Wolf and Violet two of their own, Elsie and Hunter with four. Gus and Alaina had a passel of
redheaded girls, and one son who looked up to his father like he was the best man on earth. And for sure, he was one of them.
Brody McCloud and his wife, Elizabeth, had raised Elizabeth’s son Benny together, along with four other children—all girls.
Lachlan and Charity had all boys, which feminine Charity often laughed about. Elsie bought her mugs and T-shirts that said
Boy Mom, which she pretended to hate, but used.
Quinn and Levi and Rory and Gideon each had two, a boy and a girl, also redheads. Landry and Fia had two children still at
home, with Lila having gone off to school, and moving away to another small town to open up a veterinary clinic.
She had just gotten engaged. To a cowboy.
Landry just about burst with pride whenever he talked about her.
Daughtry and Bix had feral twin girls who took after their mother, and Daughtry often said he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Rue and Justice had three kids, two boys and a girl, all with their father’s mischievous grin. Arizona and Micah had Micah’s
son, plus one.
And as for Denver and Sheena, who felt like they’d already each raised a family . . .
They’d ended up with five.
Five kids to fill the farmhouse with the kind of joy it had never seen before. Five kids—who did a decent job completely ruining
his great-great-grandfather’s favorite chair. Which was fine. It needed to go. Hell, everything needed to go, and they had
finally modernized it after those kids had spent their early years destroying it.
They had Christmas. Boy, did they have Christmas. Like King’s Crest had never seen.
With all of the siblings and cousins and spouses. They had to have their celebrations in the event space. They outgrew that
farmhouse.
But it was safe to say that the whole lot of them had outgrown all the pain that had been left behind.
They had made something new.
Together.
They still had the town hall meetings at Sullivan’s Point, though they had to keep the doors open, because the crowd of people
overflowed out into the yard.
Sheena was trying to get the kids to sit still, and Denver was giving up with the two youngest, scooping them up onto his
lap, when Sawyer Garrett walked up to the front of the room.
“Okay,” he said. “We got a few things on the agenda today. So we best get down to business.”
One thing was certain.
Four Corners would go on.
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