The Rancher Takes a Bride (Love Inspired Series)

The Rancher Takes a Bride (Love Inspired Series)

by Brenda Minton

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ISBN-13: 9781460381458
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 05/01/2015
Series: Martin's Crossing
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 224
Sales rank: 123,066
File size: 435 KB

About the Author

Brenda Minton lives in the Ozarks. She's a wife, mom to three, foster mom to five and grandma to a princess.  Life is chaotic but she enjoys every minute of it with her family and a few too many dogs. When not writing she's drinking coffee on the patio, wrangling kids or escaping for an evening out  with her husband.  Visit her online at

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Spring in Martin's Crossing, Texas, meant one thing to Oregon Jeffries. It meant another year of working up the courage to do the right thing. As she pushed petunias into the soil of the planter outside her shop, Oregon's All Things, she thought about taking that step to make things right.

"Mom, you're going to kill it pushing it in like that." Her daughter, Lilly, appeared next to her, peering in at the plant.

She had a point. The petunia looked a little droopy from the handling it had received. One stem even appeared to be broken. Oregon pushed hair back from her face and patted the soil more gently.

"You're right. I should be more careful."

"Do you want me to finish them later?" Lilly, at twelve, was willing to do almost anything to help. Except maybe laundry.

"No, I'll do them. Don't you have a job to get to?"

Lilly glanced across the street, her blue eyes focusing on Duke's No Bar and Grill. It was a long, low building with wood siding and a covered front deck running the length of the restaurant.

"Yeah, Duke said I could sweep up and water flowers. But I know you don't like me working for him."

"I didn't say…" Well, maybe she had said something about wishing her daughter would find other jobs. But Lilly wanted a horse, and they'd made a deal that she had to work and earn the money to pay for the horse and the upkeep. As a single mom, Oregon couldn't handle the expense of a horse. Plus, she thought her daughter would appreciate it more if she helped pay for the animal.

The townspeople in Martin's Crossing had pitched in and given Lilly odd jobs. Each time she got paid, Lilly put most of the money in the jar she kept hidden in her room. And she put a portion in the offering at church.

Duke Martin, owner of Duke's No Bar and Grill, had been giving Lilly various jobs since he learned of her quest to buy a horse. He'd even offered to help her pick a good, well-broke horse when she had all the money saved.

"You can go to Duke's. Just don't be a nuisance," she warned.

Lilly kissed her cheek, and Oregon nearly cried. Her daughter no longer had to stand on tiptoes; instead, Lilly leaned down a bit because she'd outgrown Oregon over the winter.

"Thanks, Mom."

Oregon nodded and went back to her flowers.

As she reached for another petunia, tires screeched, followed by shouting and then a sickening thud. Oregon turned, screaming as she saw her daughter fall to the asphalt. Everything slowed. Except her heart, which beat rapidly in her chest as she stood frozen on the sidewalk.

The driver of the car jumped out. Duke ran down the steps of the restaurant. Oregon couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. She heard Duke yell at her, then everything returned to normal speed.

There were people everywhere. Where did they all come from? Oregon felt a hand on her arm, a voice comforting her. "She's going to be okay. You need to go to her."

It was Joe, the vagrant who had appeared in town last winter. He held her arm and walked with her to Lilly's crumpled body. Duke knelt next to her daughter. His large body hovered, his fingers touching Lilly's neck, then her wrist.

"Don't move," he whispered when she tried to sit up. And then he saw Oregon. "Your mom is here. Stay still, sweetheart. Stay still."

Oregon knelt next to her baby girl, brushing dark hair back from her pale face, noticing the bruises on her temple and cheek. Lilly opened her eyes and whispered that it hurt. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Duke stopped Oregon from scooping her up and holding her close.

"You can't do that, Oregon." He yelled for someone to bring a blanket.

Oregon saw that her daughter was trembling and pale.

"Oregon, hold it together." Duke's voice whispered in her ear. "Talk to her."

She nodded and leaned in, unsure of what to say. Duke's hand was on her back. Oregon wanted to sob.

But she didn't. Instead, she took Lilly's hand and held it. "The ambulance is on the way, honey. We'll get you help. You'll be okay."

A man shouted that he hadn't seen her. That she'd come out of nowhere. Duke stood up and headed for the driver of the car. Six feet eight inches of Duke Martin had the man backing away, holding his hands up.

Oregon heard him tell the driver to sit and save his explanations. Right now they were going to take care of the child he'd hit. Her child. Oregon's hand shook as she smoothed her daughter's hair back from her face once more.

If Duke only knew, Oregon thought. She kissed her daughter's cheek. "It's going to be okay. I hear the ambulance."

"Mommy, it hurts."

"Can you tell me where it hurts, Lilly?" Duke once again took charge. He'd been an army medic in Afghanistan.

"Everywhere," Lilly answered. "My leg. And my head. My stomach."

"Do you remember where you were going?" he asked.

"To school," she responded.

Though she had tried to fight it, the tears overtook Oregon. She felt strong hands on her shoulders. Joe pulled her to her feet and led her away. The ambulance pulled up, and Duke spoke with quiet authority as they assessed her daughter.

"I need to be with her." Oregon tried to pull away from Joe.

"No, you need to stand here and let them do their job," he insisted, his voice soft but firm. "Stay here with me and when they're ready to leave, you can give her a kiss and tell her you'll meet her at the hospital."

"But I should go with her…"

"You can't." Joe led her toward the stretcher holding her daughter. Her baby. She tried to pull away from Joe, but he held tight. "Oregon, take a deep breath and tell our girl she'll be okay."

Our girl. The words registered faintly. Everyone in town considered Lilly their girl. People here loved them, cared about them. It was one of the reasons she'd stayed in Martin's Crossing. Because for the first time in her life, she felt as if she truly belonged. Though she had wanted it more for her daughter than herself, that sense of belonging somewhere.

Joe led her back to Lilly and held her hand as she kissed her daughter on the forehead, said a quick prayer and told her they would meet her at the hospital.

"Mommy, I'll be okay." Lilly's voice shook as she said the words.

"Of course you'll be okay," Oregon managed in a voice that remained steady. Because she was the mom. She would make sure her daughter was okay. God couldn't take her baby. They needed each other too much.

As she stepped back, Joe touched Lilly's brow. He smiled at her and whispered that she'd be home soon, and they'd talk more about that horse. Oregon wanted to tell him not to make promises. Oregon knew how easily they were broken.

Duke stood next to the ambulance as Lilly was loaded on. He spoke to the paramedics. Then he nodded and said something to Lilly. And Oregon stood there, letting him take charge because she couldn't move. Couldn't think.

Her body began to shake as the ambulance pulled away. "I have to go." Oregon headed for her shop and apartment. She had to find her purse, her keys.

"Oregon, wait."

She turned to see Duke striding across the street toward her. Joe came with him. She looked from Joe with his weathered face, gray hair and easy smile to Duke, a giant of a man with sandy-brown hair starting to grow out from the buzz cut he'd had, unshaved face and piercing blue eyes.

"What?" Her voice trembled, and for a scary moment everything faded. She took a deep breath and her vision cleared.

Duke's features softened as he looked at her.

"I'm driving." He had his truck keys out. "Lock up your shop and let's go."

"I can drive. You really don't have to."

He let out a long sigh. "Oregon, don't argue with me. You're in no condition to drive. I'm taking you."

She nodded and hurried inside, finding her purse and her keys, leaving the petunias on the stoop to be planted later. As she walked out the front door, locking it behind her, Joe was telling Duke he'd like to ride along. Duke looked to Oregon, and she nodded.

Joe was little more than a stranger, a homeless man who had worked for Duke and moved into a small house down the street. But he was a good man, and Lilly adored him.

Today she needed these two men. And she needed for Lilly to be okay. She needed to know that God heard her prayers.

She needed the strength of Duke's arms as he walked her to his waiting truck. Those big arms made her rethink everything. It was time to tell the truth. Her heart ached, worrying about her daughter, about their future and Duke's reaction to the news she would tell him.

Duke risked a cautious look at Oregon to make sure she was holding it together. She'd been unusually quiet on the ride to Austin. Joe, who sat next to her, was also quiet. He saw that Oregon's eyes were closed, and her lips were moving as she prayed.

He didn't know much about her, but he did know she attended Martin's Crossing Community Church. He'd seen her there the few times he'd darkened the door. Now he knew she was a praying woman. He also knew that she had a mom who liked to stir up trouble and who wasn't too fond of Oregon's religion.

He'd like to reclaim his own faith, but he and God were having some issues about prayers he'd said for kids in Afghanistan. He shook his head, not wanting to focus on that, not right now with Lilly on her way to the hospital.

He reached for Oregon's hand and squeezed it. "She's going to be okay."

"I know. I know." Oregon wiped away the tears that streamed down her cheeks. "She was talking. That's a good sign. Isn't it?"

"Yes, always a good sign."

Anger suddenly flashed in her eyes. Funny, he'd thought they were hazel; now he realized they were the warmest shade of gray possible. "Don't tell me what you think I want to hear, Duke. You were a medic. I want your opinion."

"A medic, not a doctor. And kids aren't exactly my area of expertise."

"Duke, please."

He slowed for a stoplight. "Only a mile to the hospital."

"What are you trying to hide?"

"I'm not hiding anything. I'm just trying to decide the best answer because I don't want to say the wrong thing."

"Tell me she's going to be okay," she sobbed.

Yeah, that's exactly what he was avoiding. "I think she had broken bones and possibly some internal injuries. I'm going by my own assessment and the paramedics' conversation as they loaded her in the ambulance."

Oregon nodded, the conversation ending in nervous silence. Joe patted Oregon's leg and said that he knew one thing with certainty; that God would take care of Lilly. Duke didn't say that he'd seen a lot of prayers go unanswered during his time in Afghanistan.

"Here we are." He pulled his truck into the hospital parking lot and found a space close to the emergency room. He exited and then waited for Oregon.

Something happened in that moment as he watched and waited for her to get out. It was like the past crashing into the future, and he didn't know what it meant. It was a flashback of laughing with a dark-haired girl who had just won her first cash prize on a barrel horse she'd trained herself. With a shake of his head he cleared the memory.

Sitting in his truck, Oregon visibly pulled herself together before she stepped out. The wind whipped her hair and wrapped her prairie skirt around her legs. Joe waited for them on the other side. The three of them walked toward the emergency room entrance. As they got closer, Oregon's steps slowed, faltering. Duke took her hand and looked down at her. Her eyes met his and it seemed familiar.

He shook it off. The memory wasn't real.

But the pain in her eyes was. He squeezed her hand. "She'll be okay."

"I'm taking your word for that." Her voice trembled on the words.

Duke led her through the automatic doors to a desk, where a receptionist smiled up at them. Joe stood on her other side, his hand on her back.

"We're here with Lilly Jeffries, brought in by ambulance from Martin's Crossing," Duke told the woman who had already started searching her computer.

"Are you parents or legal guardians?" the receptionist asked, barely looking up at them.

"I'm her mother," Oregon replied.

"She's being examined right now." The woman behind the desk pushed paperwork on a clipboard across the counter. "If you could fill this out."

"I want to see my daughter." Oregon's voice didn't shake. She looked at the woman, her eyes fierce, the way a mother's eyes should be.

Not that Duke had any real experience with mothers. His own had skipped out on them right before his tenth birthday. They hadn't seen her since the day she hopped in her car and took off.

Oregon wasn't that kind of mom. The receptionist nodded, and her features softened. "Green ward, room C. Take the paperwork with you."

"Thank you."

Duke reached for her hand, a strangely familiar gesture. He'd ignored this woman for the past year. He'd been busy with his diner. She'd been busy getting her own business off the ground. She hadn't seemed to want more from him than an occasional take-out meal. Come to think of it, she'd rarely stepped foot in the diner. She'd always sent Lilly to get their food.

Why was he thinking about this now, as she walked next to him, her hand tightly gripping his? Joe walked on her other side, quiet, staid. The older man had settled in a few months back and seemed content to stay awhile in Martin's Crossing.

They reached the room with the open glass door. Inside, a doctor stood next to Lilly, his smile easy, his gestures not those of a man in the middle of an emergency. He waved them inside.

"You must be Mom. We've been asking for you. After we settled on the fact that it isn't Saturday, and she wasn't on her way to school when the bus hit her." The doctor smiled down at his patient. "We're going to do a CT scan of that head, and then we'll do some X-rays."

The doctor motioned Oregon out of the room and followed close behind her. Duke went with her. Joe stayed with Lilly, who grimaced in pain as she told him something they couldn't hear after the doctor slid that glass door closed.

"You're her dad?" the doctor asked. Duke shook his head.

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Amigagal More than 1 year ago
I knew I would love Duke's story but I was surprised at HOW much I loved it! I read the book in 2 days because I had a hard time putting it down. Both main characters were flawed (more than usual!) but they work through a lot of their past mistakes BEFORE they meet again which I found very refreshing! They both had some difficult things in their pasts and they had worked hard to overcome them, although they still had some things to work on. Oregon Jeffries brings her daughter to the same town that Duke lives in a year before the story takes place. She wants her daughter, Lily to get to know him before se tells Duke that Lily is his daughter. The reasons for that, I will leave up to the reader but she has valid ones. Duke is, of course, angry at first, but then understanding. There are several other "subplots" going on which enhance the storyline and I found it to be a great book because of everything going on! I love all the characters and I enjoyed having the characters from the first book in the series come back but even if someone hasn't read that book, you would still enjoy this book! I loved the "realness" of the emotions, the storyline and the characters actions. The author has written another wonderful book!
Janine_S More than 1 year ago
“The Rancher Takes a Bride” by Brenda Minton is the second book in her 'Martin's Crossing' series and it was a book I just couldn't put down. It solved one mystery while continuing with one story-line that I didn't realize was going to play through the series. I hope there is a resolution at some point with the questions this story-line has left behind. Here is Duke's story and frankly a lot of answers were given. Looking back it seems as if there are a few very well placed and well hidden hints in “A Rancher for Christmas” that hinted towards this story but things didn't mesh quite right for them to make sense in that book, but it is all explained here in this book. I found the way everything was explained was just right for it wasn't too rushed and yet it didn't keep people guessing. I have to say that I was expecting one explanation when it was something totally different. Again two un-trusting souls are a big part of this story, both have the same trust issue while being caused by very different reasons. Honestly some of this story-line seem to be so close to what was in “A Rancher for Christmas” but yet the way it was all set up it didn't seem like it was recycled story-line. It is obvious that the story-line was being set up in “A Rancher for Christmas” so it wasn't as if Ms. Minton didn't know what else to write so she recycled the last book plot. Also there is a reason why a character from this book, “The Rancher Takes a Wife” and from “A Rancher for Christmas” would have extremely similar trust issues, and I expect to see those trust issues again in her next book. Decisions need to be made as to when things are going to be revealed for there are quite a few things that are revealed. So many decisions are needed: Decisions of acceptance or rejection. Decisions of bitterness or forgiveness. Decisions of letting go or holding on tight. Decisions of status quo or taking steps forward. Decisions of speaking the whole truth or holding things back. All of these decisions is just a part of what makes this book so interesting and attention grabbing. I also enjoyed the story of single mom who puts her child's welfare above all else and does what she must. I loved how this mom made sure she let her child know that they were NOT a mistake even though she had made a mistake. It is never easy to make sure a child is a gift above all else even when the child's parents made a bit of a mistake. That is a fine line, but it seemed to have been straddled beautifully in this book. I hope all who read this book enjoys it as much as I did. I am looking forward to reading Brody's story in the next book later this year.