Peace in the Valley: A Novel

Peace in the Valley: A Novel

by Ruth Logan Herne

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ISBN-13: 9781601427816
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/02/2017
Series: Double S Ranch , #3
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 20,285
File size: 8 MB

About the Author

With well over a million books in print, RUTH LOGAN HERNE is the popular author of nearly thirty titles, including Back in the Saddle and Home on the Range, plus more than a dozen novellas. She loves God, her family, her country, most critters, and little kids. Ruthy lives on a farm in upstate New York with her husband and has six grown children.

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One

For once in his life, Trey Walker Stafford had aced his two older brothers. The fact that he had to risk his life and offer up a chunk of his liver to claim the title made it a dubious honor.

The irony wasn’t lost on Trey as he drove his packed SUV west on I-90 through Central Washington. Thethought that of Sam Stafford’s three sons, it was the orphaned-nephew-turned-adopted son whose DNA provided the best possible outcome for his adoptive father fit today’sreality TV scenarios too well.

But then their lives up to this point had seemed like a reality television show, so why change now?

The fingers of his left hand thrummed a senseless beat on the leather steering wheel. He drove the roads he’d known for so long, intent on getting back to the ranch and the man who’d rescued him from squalor twenty-five years before. He meant to do whatever he could to help his father. Not because he harbored some kind of death wish. Surgery, painful recovery, and possible death weren’t on his agenda. His agent had made that clear multiple times during the past week, and by every possible available media.

“You’d risk everything you’ve earned, everything you have, your home.” Ed Boddy ticked off his fingers as he listed Trey’s potential downfall. “That ranch you love, tucked in the hills of Northern Tennessee, your music, your life. And all to help the man who threw you out of the house because you loved music? You’re a better man than I am, Trey. That’s for sure.”

He wasn’t better. He knew that. He was guilt ridden and fairly vacant inside, like one of those black holes yawning wide in an endless universe. Solid. Dense. Yet empty. And he’d felt that way for as long as he could remember.

Sam hadn’t thrown him out because he loved music. He’d cast him aside because Sam had watched the downside of fame claim the life of his younger sister and her husband. He’d seen what life in the spotlight could do. Sam knew it wasn’t pretty. But Trey had shrugged off his father’s concerns. Growing up knowing the worst of the music industry firsthand had left him with a powerful need to prove it could be done the right way. Clean. Open. Honest. The crazy rich part wasn’t something he’d planned. It just kind of happened along the way.

“Poor little boy.”

The voice. Her voice, the voice of his mother, Sandra Lee Stafford. Beloved on her early country music recordings, that slow-churned alto turned utterly scathing when it came to her little boy.

She’d stood over him, smelling bad and looking hateful, and that’s all Trey envisioned anytime someone mentioned his mother. They said a three-year-old doesn’t have the capacity to remember actual events, that they might have snatches of recall, here and there. Whoever they were,they were plumb stupid, because Trey remembered enough. Too much.

“There ain’t no one in this world ’bout to feel sorry foryou, Trey-Trey. Least of all, me.”

He must have been crying. He couldn’t remember the tears, but he remembered the wetness on his face.

And then she was gone, and his father was gone, and the next thing he knew, Sam Stafford strode into that police station. Larger than life, Sam had scooped up Trey and taken him home.

And so it began, and here’s where it might end: Trey, donating part of his liver to keep Sam Stafford alive. A good Christian man would go forward boldly, embracing the opportunity. Trey marked that up as another out-and-out failure because he was Christian to a fault on most things . . .

But not this.

His internal guilt spiked like an overwound E string, but Trey spent so much of his life feeling guilty that today shouldn’t be any different. But this change — this summer—would be life and death. And that, right there, made a difference.

He exited the highway and took the right-hand turn leading up the hill, away from Gray’s Glen, the town he grew up in. Broad fields stretched along either side, filled with lush grass and gray-green sagebrush. The sagebrush grew thickeras the meadows climbed. Dark red cattle dotted the upper pastures like a generous sprinkling of cayenne pepper on steamed broccoli.

He was hungry.

Tired.

Nervous?

Yes.

The Ellensburg deejay segued into Trey’s newest single in a way that made him cringe. “Ya wanna talk a Cinderella cowboy story? We’ve got it right here, as Central Washington’s own Trey Walker tugs the heartstrings while he rockets up the charts again with ‘You Only Live Once.’ ”

Trey shut the radio off.

He had no desire to hear himself croon sage words of advice to trusting fans. They thought he understood their plight.

He didn’t.

They sensed he had a heart of gold.

Wrong again.

They believed in him, in his music, his calling, his faith.

How he wished he could believe in himself. He —

The aged, dark blue van came out of nowhere. Trey hitthe brakes too late.

The van shot into the intersection.

Trey cut the wheel and prayed. The SUV squealed in protest.

The van turned too, away from him, in a desperate move to avoid the crash. The maneuver worked, but then the van raced up the embankment and tipped up and over before landing on its side in the small creek running into the glen.

Trey shoved the SUV into park and jumped out. He raced across the two-lane country road, jumped onto the hill, and hit 911 on his phone at the same time. He shouted quick facts to the dispatcher as he scaled the small but steep incline. “We’ve got a van overturned into Chudney’s Creek north ofthe I-90 turnoff on Buell Road, just past the intersection of East Chelan.”

He didn’t wait for a response as he crested the creek bank. He leaped into the water and yanked himself up onto the side front of the tipped van. Wet fingers made the grip difficult, but once he gained a leg up, he was able to pull himself the rest of the way. He reached down to jerk open the van door.

It wouldn’t budge.

The driver — a woman — was facing away from him.

She didn’t move. Didn’t wiggle. Didn’t —

His heart stopped. He pounded on the door, not knowing what else to do, then realized he might be able to get in through the back hatch. He jumped down and rushed through the knee-deep water, then bent and grabbed the latch on the back hatch.

It opened. He breathed out, glad to have access to the van and the driver.

His relief was short lived. The entire back of the van was filled with floral debris. Upended plants, baskets, planters,and trays of seedlings blocked his way. Utter destruction filled the banged-up van from top to bottom.

“Noooo.” The single drawn-out word came from the front of the van, which meant the driver was alive. Knowing that gave his heart reason to keep on beating.

He looked up.

If despair had a face, it was the one he saw right now as the driver spotted the complete wreckage. “Unlock your door,” he ordered, then slogged back through the water. He climbed up again and braced himself. The van’s angle made opening the door tough. Its weight worked against him, but instinct dictated he needed to get her out of the van. And what if there was a passenger?

He pushed down on his heels and tugged the door upright.It blocked his view, and he didn’t have the best footing, but he hung on for dear life. “Can you climb out? I’m afraid to let go of the door to help you; it might fall and hit you.”

“I can climb.”

Trey prayed.

He doubted the effectiveness, because while he believed in God, he was pretty sure God had taken a detour somewhere north of his Tennessee ranch. But then, why wouldn’t he?

He and God knew the truth. Trey was here seeking absolution. Seeking . . . something. Something to fill the void left by aching guilt. He didn’t know what he was looking for, exactly. He just knew he’d been searching for what seemed like a long, long time.

Nothing yet.

Trey wasn’t stupid. The prospects of finding peace in the broad, lush green valley of Central Washington were slim to none. He wasn’t being pessimistic. It’s just how things rolled these days.

A hand appeared not far from his feet. Then another hand came through the opening, followed by a mass of long gold-and-brown hair. The loose hair tumbled over the side ofthe van. She turned his way and the hair was now accompaniedby a face.

An absolutely beautiful, very angry face.

Great.

He didn’t sigh and point out the obvious as sirens approached them from the town below. She should have stopped at the intersection. He had the right-of-way.

A light blue T-shirt emerged, followed by a green-and-blue skirt decked out in swirls. The driver didn’t spare him another look. She hopped off the side of the van into the water.

Her skirt billowed, then acted like a wick, drawing muddy creek water up like a high-priced paper towel. The wet skirt plastered itself to her legs. She growled, wrenched the skirt up with both hands, and strode through the water before stopping at the open back hatch.

He almost couldn’t bear to watch, except he couldn’t turn away. He’d seen the wreckage inside the van. It was a scene of utter destruction with months of someone’s hard work destroyed.

Hers?

Maybe.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she surveyed themess. No sobs, no whining, no yelling, just a steady flow ofsilent outpouring heartbreak.

The urge to help overcame him, but how?

Maybe she was in shock.

That cheered him, because if she was, then the accident hadn’t just ruined her life. Shock, at least, was medically treatable.

There were no special warming blankets or mugs of coffee to heal heartbreak. He knew that.

He let the door ease shut, then jumped into the water, as his future sister-in-law, Angelina, rolled to a stop in her new deputy’s car. “Trey?” She looked astounded to see him in the creek, but then her eyes widened and her expression changed to one of even deeper concern. “Lucy? Oh my gosh, Lucy, are you all right?” An ambulance pulled up behind Angelina’s car.

Angelina didn’t waste any more time on Trey. She hurried to the creek bank and held out her hand to the woman.“Come on, honey, come out of there. What on earth happened?”

The woman — Lucy—took Angelina’s hand and let her tug her toward the first dry ledge of the bank before she pointed his way. “He blew through the stop sign in typical Stafford fashion. Fast and furious, with no regard for rules oranyone else.”

“Oh, honey.” Angelina hugged her, then turned to Trey. “You ran a stop sign, Trey?”

“There is no stop sign.” Trey aimed a look of disbelief at the woman, then his future sister-in-law, before he motioned left. “As you can see — ”He stopped and stared hard, real hard, when he saw the universal octagon shape. “No.” He crossed the road as the medics pulled out a gurney. “This wasn’t here ten minutes ago. I swear it wasn’t!” He moved down the road, turned, then sighed.

Angelina shook her head. “I come this way all the time and I never noticed how the new growth covered that much of the sign. Probably because I know it’s there.”

“It never used to be.” Trey shifted his attention from the sign to her, then to Lucy. “I never saw it, and when I used to live here, there was no stop sign on Buell Road.”

“They changed it up when they put in the Chelan Crossing subdivision a bunch of years back,” the second medic explained as he walked across the road and stuck out his hand. “Brian Mulcahy, I was in school with Colt.” He peered closely, checking Trey out while his partner did the same with the van driver. “You okay? Did you get hurt? Shaken up?”

“No. I’m fine. She took the brunt of it.” Trey nodded to where the woman named Lucy stood near the ambulance. “I cruised right on through and didn’t even notice her coming until we were both in the intersection.”

“I’m calling Harv Bedlow to get over here with a chainsaw and clippers and clean this up.” Brian indicated the full summer foliage. “I don’t know how we missed this, Trey. The growth here impedes the visual of the sign on this side of the road and the oncoming traffic on that side.”

Brian was cutting him slack. He didn’t deserve it, but for one reason or another, the good people of Gray’s Glen had always cut him a leniency they denied to the rest of the family. He wasn’t born to be one of Sam Stafford’s boys, and that earned him extra points in a community that had borne the brunt of his father’s heavy-handedness for too many years. Sometimes it felt good to be favored. Other times? Not so much, and his older brothers never hesitated to keep him from getting a big head.

“I’m fine, Brian, go check her out. Please,” he added,swiping at a persistent deerfly that seemed suddenly attracted to his left ear. “And we need a tow truck to haul the van out of the water.”

“We have to have a tow truck?” Two blue eyes pinned him, the kind of blue that made the summer sky pale by comparison and a Central Washington summer sky was a mighty pretty thing. She took a step forward, clearly worried. “Can’t we just tip it up and drag it out?”

Trey opened his mouth to say something, then stopped.

Money. The wrecked, scarred van, the mess of plants, the tow truck . . . Lack of money put that fear in her eyes. Not him. Well, not just him, so that was good. “This is my bad,” he told her as he crossed the quiet road once more. “I’ll make restitution on everything. And I’m sorry, real sorry.” He scrubbed a hand to the back of his neck and shot a quick glance to the stop sign. “I missed it completely.”

So Trey Stafford was sorry.

Big deal.

Staffords had a lot to be sorry for in Gray’s Glen, and even more when it came to the little farm she owned in the shadow of their wealthy land-baron-type holdings, so Lucy Carlton could just add her total ruination to the lengthy list. The thought of two months’ work washed away by five seconds of in attention . . . And he’d walked away unscathed, his big, shiny SUV sparkling in the summer sun, the wide-wall tires thick and new. Typical Stafford good fortune.

Her van.

She stared at the narrow strip of blue peeking above the embankment, then gave herself a firm shake. Two seconds later and her van might have hit the bridge abutment instead of the hill, and her outcome could have been much worse. She wasn’t injured, and her three kids still had a mother. Reason enough to thank God right there. 

But the square-jawed handsome Stafford in front of herwas another matter entirely. She faced him coolly, at least as cool as she could be with her skirt dripping midsummer creek water along the road’s narrow shoulder. “I need your insurance information.”

He shook his head, and when she opened her mouth to protest, his words made her pause. “I’ll take care of it personally.”

Lucy had learned the hard way not to be anyone’s fool. She’d trusted too young and too soon. Now she meted trust out in minute doses, and this guy wasn’t about to get even that much leverage. She lifted her chin and refused his offer. “That’s not an option. There’s protocol involved with things like this. We report the accident.”

Angelina raised her hand from where she was filling out the report. “Got that covered.”

“And then we exchange insurance information, except that you don’t need mine because this was all your fault.”

He knew that but still had the nerve to challenge her. “I didn’t see the sign, true. But how fast were you going, ma’am? Because you barreled through this intersection in a way that would have taken notice at Talladega. We might have to warn Danica she’s got some tried-and-true competition headed her way.”

The validity of his question made her scowl. “I had the right-of-way.”

He nodded, cowboy style, nice and easy, as if they were comfortable old friends, chatting on the roadside. They weren’t, and she’d be darned if she was going to let one more self-absorbed Stafford monkey up her life. This guy’s father had managed to do that for years. No more. She folded her arms, stubborn.

He held his ground and didn’t look perturbed or particularly guilty. He looked plain good, and she was mad at herself for even realizing that. “You were in a hurry.”

“Lucy, were you speeding?” Angelina asked the question gently. She pointed west of the intersection. “There are no skid marks indicating you tried to stop.”

“I didn’t have a reason to stop until he shot out in frontof me,” she protested. “How can this possibly be my fault? ”She stared at Angelina — her neighbor and only real friend— then turned her attention back to the water-logged van. “I was heading to market and I got a late start.”

Angelina looked at her, then the van. “Oh, no. Lucy, was the van full of your flowers?”

She would not cry. Not again. Not in front of a rich, stuck-on-himself Stafford. “Yes.”

“Oh, honey.” Angelina hugged her, and while the hug felt good, Lucy couldn’t afford to get bogged down in sentiment. She’d be bogged down enough in the reality of no money, no van, and the massive cleanup in the back of her vehicle.

The tow truck rumbled up the road. Sal Smith from Sal’s Auto climbed out, saw the van, and whistled lightly. “It’s been one of those mornings already, and I could’ve gone for an easy tow, but there ain’t a thing easy about pulling that van out of that water. You okay, Luce?”

“As well as can be expected.”

Sympathy marked the auto mechanic’s face. Then he spotted Trey standing with Brian. “That you, Trey?” He strode forward, stuck out his hand, and gave Sam Stafford’s youngest son the biggest smile Lucy had ever seen. “You’re here? That’s a wonderful thing. I can’t wait to tell Gracie. You doin’ a concert here abouts? Or are you here because your dad’s ailing?”

“My dad.”

“You’re a good man, Trey.” The older man clapped him on the shoulder, and Lucy expected to see the youngest Stafford soak up the kind words like a sponge on water.

He didn’t. A flash of something — indecision? No,maybe doubt? Yes, that was it — made his hazel eyes wince slightly. “Can you handle this, Sal? I’ll help. I’m wet already. No sense having you go down in the water to hook the rig.”

“You’re wet, sure enough, and if you managed to help Lucy get out of that thing, you did good, Trey. That’s a bear of an angle, all straight up and perpendicular-like.”

A small SUV pulled up, off the road, a blue flasher marking the volunteer firefighter status. A man climbed out with a small chainsaw, powered it up, and started clearing the brush and branches around the stop sign.

Sal got in his truck, backed it up the hill on a sharp angle, then he and his coworker climbed back out. “Did you mean that about getting wet?” he asked Trey, and Lucy was surprised when Trey nodded.

“I’m in too.” Brian moved up the small embankment. “I’ve got a change of clothes at the firehouse. If we can winch and jerk it upright, then you can pull it up out of there, can’t you, Sal?”

“That’s the plan, but I don’t want one of you hero-types to end up under the thing if she falls.”

“Trey, you wanna rethink this?” Brian surveyed the tipped van. “We can call reinforcements.”

“No need.” He pulled off his outer shirt and tossed it to Angelina, leaving just a plain white cotton knit tee in place. “Let’s hook her up.” He climbed over the embankment, then into the water. He and Brian followed Sal’s instructions and hooked the van. They each fell once, and when they climbed up the slippery slope of the inner bank, they laughed and high-five done another.

Lucy didn’t see a thing to laugh about. This wasn’t highschool hijinks on a crazy Saturday night. This was her bread and butter. Her paycheck for the month. Her —

She swallowed hard when Angelina slipped an arm around her shoulders. Anger and frustration laid claim to her. Sal fired up the winch, and the whining sound grabbed hold of her just like the hooked assembly clutched her rusty, dented, untrustworthy van. The van jerked, shimmied, then jerked again.

Something broke free and the hook rebounded, then bounced, barely missing Brian and Trey as it ricocheted.

“Rusted out.” Brian headed back into the water. So did Trey. They reexamined the area, then Trey went down, under the water, and popped back up, soaking wet. “I’ve got it. Give me the hook.”

Brian handed it over, and when Trey came back up, he gave Sal a thumbs-up. “I think we’re good this time.”

“All right.” Sal started the winch again, and this time the cable held when the van lurched free from the creek bed.

Slow and steady, the truck-mounted motor drew the van out of the water, then up the bank. A stream of muddy water poured out the open doors, along with mangled plants and flowers. And when they had the van up the embankment, at least a thousand dollars of Lucy’s hard work and investment floated downstream in a surprisingly pretty burst of color, almost like it was meant to be. But it wasn’t meant to be and her heart pinched tight to see it.

Gone.

Washed away, much like the hopes and dreams she’d had years ago.

The enormity of it all made her want to sit down andhold her head in her hands.

She wouldn’t give Trey Stafford the satisfaction, so she stayed focused on business. “I think we’re back to insurance information now.”

“You live nearby?”

The question irked her because she owned the small farm adjacent to his father’s mega-ranch, but then she got a better grip on rampant emotion. The singing Stafford brother hadn’t been back for any length of time over the past several years. “Next door to the Double S.”

“Let me go get cleaned up, and I’ll come right by,” he told her. He indicated his soaking wet clothes. “I’m kind of a mess.”

He was.

But he was also a raging hot, wet-T-shirt-wearing mess,with one of the kindest smiles she’d ever seen. She’d learned to mistrust smiles, and most everything else, once she married Chase Carlton. “If you give me your info, we can call this matter done. I think that’s best.”

“Naw.”

She wasn’t too sure how he could make this decision unilaterally, and yet, he did. “I’ve always thought if a man makes a mistake, he needs to fix it, best he’s able. I’ll be at your place within the hour. Ange?” He turned toward her friend. “See you at the ranch.”

“I’m done at three, and Mami’s running the kitchen.”

“And the men, most likely.”

Angelina acknowledged that with a smile. “Part of the job.”

“That it is. Miss Lucy?” He turned her way. “Can I give you a lift back to your place?”

She’d rather crunch cold snails in her salad than ride with him. She might not know him personally, but she knew Staffords, and musicians, which gave him two strikes. In her experience, Staffords looked out for their own and had done so for decades.

And this one, the country music sensation whose magazine coverage had women of all ages sighing in the checkout lanes? If the tabloids were to be trusted, Trey Walker Stafford liked life on the wild side, and Lucy Carlton had done the wild side once.

With her hand laid flat atop the Good Book, she’d sworn never to do it again.

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Peace in the Valley: A Novel 4.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Exactly what I've been looking for! Thank you for a pure and honest novel
DKStevens119 More than 1 year ago
Through life’s tragedies and successes we all, hopefully come out better people. This story of life, failures, successes and faith was a story I enjoyed following this family and how they found "the Peace in the Valley"! Living life on the ranch, learning to trust again and a little romance made for a wonderful story. I was gifted a copy and my review is voluntary...
Proudmom508 More than 1 year ago
Loved Trey's story. I don't know anything about living donor organ donation, the music business, or being a recovering drug addict but everything made sense. I want to visit the Double S and meet the Stafford family, the woman and children they love, Murt, and Hobbs. My only complaint was that the book was too short - I wanted to keep reading about Sam, Colt, Nick, and Trey and their families (or future families). Sad that this is the last book in the series!
TrixiO More than 1 year ago
He yearned for hope and longed for peace, and that was ridiculous because God had given him a talent that reaped him riches beyond belief.....And yet, the craving continued unabated..... (pg 19) Nashville's country music superstar Trey Walker Stafford has one-upped his two older brothers! He's come home long enough to donate part of his liver to save his father Sam Stafford in a risky operation. And maybe to find that peace in the valley he sings so much about. Until he meets single mom Lucy Carlton and her two feisty, rough and tumble but lovable boys, one sweet little girl and one broody, skate-the-line teenage sister-in-law. Now if that ain't a whole passel of trouble, I don't know what is! Trey's got a heart of gold though, big enough to swallow the mountains and resilient enough to embrace what life throws at him. Ruth makes Trey bigger than life in this readers mind. I've been wanting to meet him since the glimpses she's given us in the first two books in this family saga series. Still riddled with guilt concerning his late wife, he's even more determined to tow the line and prove he can have it all without losing it all to drugs or alcohol or other avenues so many stars succumb to. Coming home is his chance to wind down, take a breath and smell the fresh county air to revive not only his heart, but soul. Lucy is just as determined to live life the way she wants to, never again wanting to kowtow to anothers will or whim. Having been burnt in love & life with her own past mistakes, she has her kids to keep her grounded. Tough, feisty, with a good head on her shoulders, she's a force to be reckoned with. I love the banter between these two, the author shines the light on her own sense of humor through them. More than once I found myself chuckling! This is a story that will totally immerse you within it's pages and make you feel every emotion possible to man (or woman). I loved the sage advice and Godly wisdom that Isabo doles out in great proportions; always knowing what to say and when. All the characters made me feel like I was part of this family; loud, boisterous, loved, a crazy mix of so many differing personalities. Watching the romance play out between Trey & Lucy was a delightful mix of push/pull and stubborn pride! But it makes it the sweeter when they finally see what's right in front of them; the slow burn of love forged in mutual pain, understanding and surrender to both God and their hearts. And lastly, the strong faith played out beautifully, proving that while life is messy, God can make something beautiful out of anything if we but have willing hearts! A poignant, deep, many layered, family saga series that will engulf you heart and soul, lingering well after the last bittersweet page!
Britney_Adams More than 1 year ago
Peace in the Valley is a great conclusion to the Double S Ranch series! I have enjoyed each of the Stafford stories, and Trey’s tale is my favorite of the bunch. I delighted in the pairing of a successful country crooner with an overwhelmed single mother. Their relationship is entertaining and romantic, and one that beautifully illustrates the importance of faith, love, and forgiveness. While Peace in the Valley can stand alone, I believe fans of cowboy romance will enjoy reading all three books in this heartwarming series. I received a complimentary copy of this book. No review was required, and all thoughts expressed are my own.
BrittanyMc More than 1 year ago
Well, this book was just fabulous! I have enjoyed the entire Double S Ranch series and Peace in the Valley is by far my very favorite of the three novels. This story had such heart and I loved the two main characters, Trey and Lucy. I loved their interactions and the attraction that was there between them. The kids in the story reacted realistically to situations given their various dispositions and added to the story nicely. I recommend reading the entire series, because the reader will be able to see the various Stafford men meet and fall in love with the women who will change their lives for the better. However, I do think a reader could pick up Peace in the Valley and understand the story within its pages even if they haven’t read the first two books. I was sad to see this book end, but it felt like the perfect conclusion to this series that I have enjoyed so much! Peace in the Valley will be a book that I read again. I received a complimentary copy of this book. All opinions are my own.
JustCommonly More than 1 year ago
"For once in his lifetime, Trey Walker Stafford had aced his two older brothers." (1) I finally had the chance to read Trey's story in Ruth Logan Herne's latest book in Double S Ranch series, Peace in the Valley. Ever since the first book in the series, Back in the Saddle, I was hooked. Hooked on getting to know the Stafford boys. Each in their own way, their walk in faith and in forgiveness have opened floodgates of emotions, laughter and comprehension. And in Peace in the Valley, the story on Trey's journey to self understanding, grace and love, just simply perfect. "I'm just saying there's good in all of us. Sometimes we just have to look harder. Or be really patient. . ." (118) Trey doesn't know his heart - doesn't believe that he and others can leave a broken past behind. As he struggles with issues of trust, he can't decide on what sacrifice meant for his family, and what that sacrifice can do to others. Without promising what he can't be sure of, he is hesitant with his growing love for Lucy and her kids. ". . . it is useless to take on senseless guilt. We are much stronger when we graciously accepts God's forgiveness, and forgive ourselves." (58) The humor of the author is evident throughout, with the adults, as well as the kids. I just love the mutual respect the Stafford men show for each other and others as well. Their love is obvious, but it doesn't stop there. They're not afraid to speak the truth, nor find ways to share God's grace, and I think it has a lot to do with the women in their lives. "The boys think you're pretty cool. Of course, they don't know the rest of us well, yet, so comparisons will prove inevitable, and that will leave you in the dust." (180) Kids continue to make a strong presence in this third installment, which by the way, can each read as a standalone novel. I love the fact that the author throws in good, moral, and honest parenting topics in the story as well. Parents will be able to relate and those that aren't parents, will still find it charming. The part about being a "true cowboy", priceless. I can go on and on, with so many great plot moments and quotable quotes, but unfortunately, like every story, there comes a time for it to end. Last tidbit, I love the use of the title, Peace in the Valley, which for those that don't know, is also a title of a song, written by Thomas Andrew Dorsey, and sung by various artists, including Johnny Cash. With multiple scriptural references, the theme of peace is exactly what we can expect from the cover and the story. "We're all here at this time for a reason. God's reason. I don't know the whys or the wherefores, but I believe it. . ." (200) I really loved Peace in the Valley. The characters, the story, the messages - all makes it a worth whiled read, and a keeper for future reads. I also highly recommend to those that would love to see good in everything and everyone, but having a tad bit trouble with it. Or those that find it difficult to hold onto grace, have trouble with forgiveness, either for others or with themselves, or simply in search of personal peace. Either way, let's not forget the choice is ours. Ours to trust, to make decisions and to share. The Double S Ranch series have a subtle way of reminding us all that, but also literal. Let it enter your mind and hearts. "The tree has no choice; it grows as it's shaped. But God gives us all kinds of choices. Once we're old enough to see that, it's up to us. But it also becomes our
Mar-J More than 1 year ago
Peace in the Valley is a beautiful story that captured me from the beginning. This is my favorite in the Double S Ranch series by Ruth Logan Herne. Trey Walker Stafford is trying to find peace, hope, faith, and love despite having a successful music career after leaving the Double S Ranch, where he had grown up after being adopted by his uncle, Sam Stafford. Lucy Carlton resides near the ranch with her 3 young children and teenage sister-in-law. Lucy and Trey met following an accident that resulted in Trey taking on the responsibility of seeing to Lucy’s immediate needs. There are many unexpected twists and turns between the characters which are well developed with true to life issues. The residents of Double S Ranch are all watching the interaction or Trey and Lucy, while Trey is working at Lucy’s place to help improve her home, buildings and flower business that needed attention. Lucy and Trey had a quiet understanding of each other, since they both had grown up with unpleasant experiences and parents who focused on their addictions more than their children. Will Trey survive the operation to save Sam Stafford’s life? Who will find a new purpose in life even when a musical career opportunity was provided? Grab a copy of this remarkable story showing how lives can be connected with second chances, deep peace, love, faith, hope and grace from God. Ruth Logan Herne never fails to deliver astonishing stories filled with realistic family situations, charming children and the interweaving of scripture references that are perfect for each trial individuals might face in life. As well as scriptural references to give peace, hope, faith and love during difficult times. I received a complimentary copy of Peace in the Valley from the author and publisher. I was not required to write a positive review but have expressed my honest opinion. Peace in the Valley is a must be read book. I would recommend reading the entire Double S Ranch series, even though each book could be read as a standalone.
tiggeruoSO More than 1 year ago
The Stafford boys have never had it easy Trey should know that well but when faced with a decision to help or walk away he feel like deep down in his soul that he is missing something in his life so no matter what the decision is he needs to feel whole. Lucy doesn't trust any of the Stafford men, but when one seems "crash" into her life she feels like she can't escape them at all. Can she learn to trust the Stafford's when they reach out to help her or is she better off with out them? I am sure this is the last book in the series however I want so much more. I love the Stafford's, I love how the author made this family the whole family imperfect and how they each faced a set of struggles, and Trey being the Nashville country star was faced with some through out this book. I truly enjoyed this story it held my attention throughout and keeps you wanting more with each page. I noticed a pattern in this series there seem to be a small drag in each one of the book this one included however it was very minor and quickly get right back in and it leaves you wanting so much more. You really can not go wrong with this series such amazing books.
Nicnac63 More than 1 year ago
"So Trey Stafford was sorry. Big deal. Staffords had a lot to be sorry for in Gray’s Glen…" ~Excerpt Peace in the Valley, by Ruth Logan Herne, is the third book in the Double S Ranch series. Back in the Saddle, and Home on the Range are book one and two in the series, but each installment works nicely as a stand-alone. If you enjoy modern day cowboys, then this book is a treat for you. The story has a healthy dose of heart and hope, the characters are believable and easy to sympathize with, and the book encompasses a lovely coming together of family. "What if you woke up tomorrow with only the things you took time to thank God for today?" ~Excerpt I love the chance meeting between Trey (a country music singer, called home on an important undertaking) and Lucy (a single mother who’s life is literally falling apart.) Their internal and external struggles keep the story moving along, and I couldn’t seem to turn the pages fast enough. This tender story has a lovely message, and leaves my heart full and soul sated. My favorite of this series. I received a Review Copy from the publisher via BloggingForBooks.
Heart2Heart More than 1 year ago
"Two years before, Sam Stafford had dreamed the impossible dream. To have his family reunited, here, in the lush Kittitas Valley of Washington, snugged between the rising forms of the Cascade Range. He knew it wouldn't happen. He knew it couldn't happen. He'd done to much damage in his time, and there no quick fixed in sight. Then he got sick. Illness threatened his time fame and his life and for months, he couldn't imagine how he could bring his dream about. How he could fix things just so. Make things right. Now he realized he didn't have to. God fixed things. God offered chances and choices, and this time Sam chose wisely, even when he didn't much like the offerings." As head patriarch of the Double S Ranch, Sam has made more than a few mistakes along the way to being the successful rancher that he is. Now that two of his sons have found their way back home and begun to set up their own homes on the property with weddings in the near future, Sam believes that he has little time left to right a few of those wrongs and one of them is giving back to his neighbor Lucy Carlton, a single mother raising three young kids while her ranch, home and barn are falling into disrepair. It gets even worse, when his youngest son, Trey gets into an accident running a stop sign and totaling not only Lucy's van but her home based flower business as well. Perhaps this is just the window of opportunity Sam's been praying for. Now that Trey has come home as a liver recipient for Sam's operation, he is putting his country music career on hold for now, praying that the operation is a success and allows them both a chance at a new life. Trey isn't looking for love when he takes up his father's plea to help Lucy will fixing up the land and ranch he had sought to buy before they did, and now feels it is only right to help in any way he can. Trey on the other hand realizes that he has to tread carefully around Lucy as she is more than cautious about letting anyone seeing her as a charity case, even when it will help not only herself but her kids as well. Now that she is also allowing her former husband's sister to stay with her, Ashley at 14, will test the very limits of her patience as not only a rebellious teen but someone who needs guidance, second chances and most importantly love that lasts and is true. Can Lucy and Trey find peace in the valley or will they allow their own stubborn pride to stand in the way of true and lasting happiness? I received Peace in the Valley by Ruth Logan Herne compliments of Waterbrook Multnomah Publishers. This is the third novel in the Double Ranch Series, and I have to say I have a special place in my heart for those true cowboys whose genteel manners and kindness like Trey's makes my heart melt, I mean, "He wanted to make her smile, See her relax and laugh. Give her the gift of time, ease her work burden." who wouldn't want a man like that in her own life. Perhaps the best theme of this novel is the simple quote Lucy keeps in kitchen, "What if you woke up tomorrow with only the things you took time to thank God for today?" This is such a heartwarming story of healing, lasting love, forgiveness and second chances and blessings that come in disguise as a single mother, and a charming cowboy who loves to tip his hat to her! Not only do you get romance, but also some mouth watering recipes at the end. A win-win for me and well deserving of all 5 out of 5 stars. I am just praying that this isn't the end to the series! I just
HelenM0 More than 1 year ago
Peace in the Valley is book 3 in the Double S Ranch series by Ruth Logan Herne. This is Trey's story. Trey was adopted by his uncle Sam Stafford as a very young boy. His parents were music stars who died as a result of drug addiction. When Trey got older he went against Sam's wishes and developed a music career for himself. He married a music star as well. Even though she had been clean for several years, she reverted to the drug scene and died as a result. Sam has developed a serious illness and will need a liver transplant. His only timely option is Trey. Sam does not want Trey to take the risk, but Trey wants to do this for Sam. When Trey comes into town, he misses a new stop sign and hits a van. The van is driven by Sam's neighbor, Lucy Carlton, and carries her flowers to sell at market. Both her van and the flowers are destroyed and she has no way of replacing them. Trey does not want to get the insurance companies involved and tells her he will take care of replacing what she lost. Trey is overly generous and Lucy struggles with accepting his help. When Trey gets to the ranch, Sam informs Trey that he wants Trey to help make repairs to the neighboring property, Lucy's property. Sam has caused problems for a lot of people during his lifetime. He has become a Christian and now wants to correct the wrongs he did. While Trey is helping with Lucy's property he develops a friendship with Lucy and her children. I just love this series and could not wait for this book to come out. This is a great story of forgiveness and faith. This is a great series that deals with family and the issues some families might have. I have enjoyed reading how the family who had left the ranch had all come together when their father became ill. Sam was a hard man with strict rules and basically pushed his two sons away, but now they are back at the ranch and have moved past the hurts and are putting the needs of their father as priority. They have also come together to help their brother that remained on the ranch. I have really enjoyed reading this series. Anyone who enjoys reading good clean romance and westerns with really enjoy this series. I received a copy of this book from the publisher and Blogging for Books. I have written an honest review.
SusanSnodgrassBookworm More than 1 year ago
I love Ruth Logan Herne's books. She writes with such heart! I have been anticipating this last book in the Double S series for quite a while and she does not disappoint. Herne has created a cast of characters that appear to be real, they have the same types of problems normal, every day folks have, they struggle as we do and trust God as we do. The reader feels Herne's heart for God in her writing. She feels like home, too. I don't know any other way to describe it other than this. Reading a Ruth Logan Herne book is like sitting down with a beloved friend to pass the time, loving every minute and leaving with a full heart. Her books are on my keeper shelf! *I was given a copy of this book by the author. My opinions are my own and honest.
JV More than 1 year ago
Oh, this book gripped my heart and made it smile! How does she do it? Every book Ms. Herne writes is better than the last! Her talent just grows & grows!