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RANCHER’S SNOWED-IN REUNION
Maisey Yates
Table of Contents
Rancher’s Snowed-In Reunion
Part Time Cowboy
Rancher’s Snowed-In Reunion
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 1
After
Flint Carson had to hand it to his brother. His recent move in life had inspired Flint. And he couldn’t say that he was often inspired by his little brother. Not that Jace wasn’t a decent guy, it was just that Flint, in general, didn’t want what Jace had. He had settled down recently, and that wasn’t in the cards for Flint.
But when his brother had become a part owner of the hotel that his fiancée bought, it had gotten Flint thinking. And then he had done more than think. He had been content for a long time competing in the rodeo. Working his family ranch, giving to them in a way that he could. His father recognized rodeo triumphs, and he took them as credits to who he was as a father, as the rodeo commissioner.
He also recognized contributions to the ranch. His mother appreciated that his father felt appreciated. He didn’t do emotions, so that kind of physical involvement was what he had to give, so he gave it.
At least until a couple of years ago. It had started being profoundly not enough.
And after...
There was just so much anger in him. There had been, for a long time. For a lot of reasons. But after that song had come out...
He gritted his teeth. It infuriated him every time.
But what didn’t infuriate him was his brand-new purchase. Pine Creek Resort. Nestled in the mountains of central Oregon, a couple hours away from his family home of Lone Rock.
He’d seen it and just felt drawn to it. He didn’t give much credit to fate or feelings—not these days. But he believed a man ought to trust his gut.
So, he was trusting his.
It was practically off-grid, and solar panels, generators and other things kept it going with the iffy power running to the place. But it was pretty seamless, and he had done his due diligence on that. Because while he thought it was great that Jace and Cara were running the hotel at the end of the main drag of Lone Rock’s main business center—which was just a few businesses, surrounded by mountains—he wanted more. Bigger.
The thought made his mouth curve into a smile as he looked around the highly polished lobby area. It was all logs and wooden beams. Rustic sort of luxury.
He could remember back when he’d said he didn’t have ambitions or dreams at all.
But that was before.
Back then, everything he’d done had been to burn the rage out of his blood. To push himself to the edge so that he could ride out the simmering hatred that turned his blood to poison.
He’d chased adrenaline because it made things feel clear. Pure. Clean.
Could have been worse.
Could have been heroin.
Maybe it wasn’t all that different now. Maybe this wasn’t all that different. Maybe he was still trying to climb impossible mountains, just with more financial risk than physical.
