Celebrating Fathers, page 1
Celebrating Fathers
An Anthology
Jamie K. Schmidt
Kelly Hunter
Anne McAllister
Justine Davis
Nicole Flockton
Sapna Srinivasan
Celebrating Fathers
EPUB Edition
The Cowboy’s Daughter
Copyright© 2019 Jamie K. Schmidt
Matilda Next Door
Copyright© 2020 Kelly Hunter
The Stardust Cowboy
Copyright© 2022 Anne McAllister
Nothing But Cowboy
Copyright© 2021 Justine Davis
Reunion in the Outback
Copyright© 2022 Nicole Flockton
A Homecoming Mantra
Copyright© 2023 Sapna Srinivasan
The Tule Publishing, Inc.
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First Publication by Tule Publishing 2024
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-1-964418-94-0
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Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Page
The Cowboy’s Daughter
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
The Three Sisters Ranch series
More Books by Jamie K. Schmidt
Bibliography of Poems Trent Recites
About the Author
Matilda Next Door
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
The Outback Brides Return to Wirralong series
More books by Kelly Hunter
About the Author
The Stardust Cowboy
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
The Cowboy’s Code series
More books by Anne McAllister
About the Author
Nothing But Cowboy
Acknowledgements
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
The Raffertys of Last Stand series
More Books by Justine Davis
About the Author
Reunion in the Outback
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
Welcome to Bunya Junction series
More books by Nicole Flockton
About the Author
A Homecoming Mantra
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Epilogue
The Sood Family series
About the Author
The Cowboy’s Daughter
A Three Sisters Ranch Romance
Jamie K. Schmidt
Chapter One
Kelly Sullivan knew she was nitpicking about what filter to use for the engagement photo she was processing. The bride wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the gradients, but fussing over the nearly perfect picture kept Kelly from thinking about the message her father had left on her phone.
Come home one last time. We’re selling the ranch. We can’t keep up with the bills.
It was amazing that he’d even tried to call her. Usually, he just had her mom do it. And for him to admit a failing? Well, that worried her. Rule number one: Frank Sullivan was never wrong. And if he ever was? See rule number one.
Kelly couldn’t stop herself from analyzing his message, looking for hidden meanings in his tone and the things he didn’t say. It was a self-defense mechanism she’d used ever since he tossed her out on her pregnant ass because she wouldn’t tell him who the father of her baby was. While that was five years ago, their tentative truce was fraught with emotions neither one of them wanted to deal with. The tightrope they walked could snap, and one or the other of them could say or do something that couldn’t be repaired.
“We can’t keep up with the bills” was a weakness. And the only thing her father loathed more than weakness, was giving up.
“We’re selling the ranch.” Where would they go? Both her mother and her father had lived in Last Stand, Texas all their lives. Kelly couldn’t imagine them wanting to live anywhere else.
“Come home one last time.” She was already home. The Three Sisters Ranch ceased to become her home when he’d thrown her out. They hadn’t spoken for two years after that. Home wasn’t a vast five-thousand-acre ranch with dusty cows and hauntingly beautiful sunsets. It was an apartment in a thriving city, where people didn’t know your business and couldn’t care less if you were a single mother, or had had a child out of wedlock.
Her five-year-old daughter, Alissa went to preschool here, had friends here. Kelly stayed away from Last Stand, Texas, to avoid the unwed mother gaze her father would bestow on her every day of her life. And even after his heart attack, when they’d had a grudging reconciliation, she’d still only been back for holidays and special occasions. But even though Kelly tried to avoid how she felt about the place and the memories it conjured up, the truth couldn’t be ignored. The Three Sisters Ranch was still a part of her. It was a part of them all. And even though she could hail a cab like a native New Yorker, one never truly left Last Stand.
Her sisters were equally shocked by their messages. He must have timed it so he could talk to all of their answering machines instead of them. Janice was scrambling to rearrange her schedule. Emily was on her way back from Ethiopia, where she’d been living once her term in the Peace Corps had expired. They h ad FaceTimed with their mom, though, and while they all had different ideas on how to save the ranch, the one thing they could all agree on was they were going to try their damned best not to sell.
Their mother, Sarah, had been glad that her daughters were coming home and that they were willing to try and find ways to make the ranch profitable again. No word from her father, though, after the original message, which was typical. Frank Sullivan was like a grenade. He came in and exploded everywhere and then disappeared, leaving everyone to pick up the shattered pieces.
“When’s your flight?” her aunt Candace said, bringing Kelly a cup of coffee and placing it on her desk. Candace had left Texas as soon as she graduated high school and had lived in Manhattan ever since. She was a sought-after wedding planner, and had taken Kelly in when she could no longer bear the looks of shame her parents hadn’t tried to hide.
“I haven’t booked it yet.” Kelly moved on from the engagement photo to the school pictures she needed to get out to the parents this week. She’d been lucky enough to win the bid on the Academy of Arts Elementary School yearly portraits and she wanted to impress the heck out of them so she’d be invited back next year. Still, in the back of her mind, she was picturing the spring bluebonnet flowers that decorated the ranch with a royal blue so rich it uplifted your heart. There had to be schools in Texas that were looking for photographers.
“There’s nothing you can do from here, that you can’t do from there.”
Blinking out of her daydreams, Kelly nodded. It was true. Have laptop, will travel. “I hate to drag Alissa out of summer school.”
“It’s pre-kindergarten. It’s not like she’s going to miss out on a whole lot. And doesn’t that fancy-pants school encourage nontraditional learning? You can learn a lot on a cattle ranch.”
“Especially if you listen to the hands. Talk about a vocabulary lesson I don’t want my daughter repeating back to her city-slicker friends.” Kelly grinned, playing up her Texas drawl for effect.
Candace sniffed. “Your parents need Alissa right now. She’s the only good thing they have—aside from you three girls, of course.”
“Nice catch,” Kelly said.
Alissa was the glue that held her family together, and it was a fragile bond. When Kelly’s daughter was born, her mother had called and tried to re-establish their relationship. Kelly had needed her mother, even though she hadn’t stuck up for her when her father had thrown her out, and she gratefully took the opportunity to reconnect with her. But her father had remained stoically firm in his ultimatum…until a few years later, when he lay recovering in his hospital bed. Then, he demanded to meet his only grandchild. Her sisters had always made it a point to call every week to see how Kelly and Alissa were doing. Alissa was the best thing that had happened to Kelly, even if she had turned her life upside down. But babies were supposed to do that, right?
“I can also help my parents from right here,” Kelly said, defiantly. “I don’t have to uproot my life and my daughter’s.” There was that simmering resentment she still felt for them. It was hard to let go of it. The betrayal. She had waited for her mother, at least, to come to her senses and tell her father to stop being ridiculous. Of course, her six-months-pregnant daughter could stay. Of course, she didn’t have to tell them who the father was until she was ready.
No.
Her mother had stood on the porch and let tears flow down her cheeks, unchecked. But she hadn’t stood up for Kelly. Or Alissa.
“Your sisters are going. Emily is coming from another continent. You can’t get on a three-hour flight?”
Kelly took a bracing sip of her coffee, feeling the burn of her aunt’s logic. How could she explain, without feeling petty, that she was still hurt from something that should have been resolved long ago? Her parents had never apologized. Then again, they’d never brought up the subject again. And Kelly couldn’t find any fault in how they treated Alissa. She was the apple of their eyes and they doted on her, even long distance.
Kelly had once been the apple of their eyes. Until one day, she wasn’t.
“Just go down for a few weeks. Assess the situation. Talk with your sisters and spend time with them without the craziness of the holidays getting in the way.”
The irony of the ranch being named after them was that none of the three sisters had stayed. Her father’s temperament was partly to blame. He wasn’t an easy man to live with. Frank Sullivan had high expectations and a low tolerance for anyone or anything that didn’t measure up.
His temper and demanding ways aside, he could never see that his baby girls had grown up to become independent women, with their own high expectations and low tolerances—along with stubborn streaks that they’d inherited from him. To him, they were forever twelve, ten and eight, even fifteen years later.
Kelly had been the first to fly the coop, with the helpful shove from her father’s ultimatum. Twenty-two and pregnant, she refused to tell anyone who the father of her child was. And that was because he hadn’t acknowledged that Alissa was his. Kelly had refused to drag her family’s name through the dirt, trying to get professional bull rider, Trent Campbell, to do the right thing.
When she had found out she was pregnant, it had been like all the air in the room had vanished. She had panicked. He had a huge tour scheduled and she was still finishing up her degree in business management. After their one-night stand, they had exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. But they hadn’t. With her course work and his crazy hours, what started out as a daily text fest, dwindled to once a week, and then not at all. In the back of her mind, Kelly knew that she would see him again. He was sure to come back for next year’s rodeo.
But three months later, Kelly had needed to text him to call her. He never did. She’d left him a voice mail, which he’d never returned. She’d even tried to track him down through his manager.
“If he wants to be a father, have him call me. If he doesn’t, I never want to hear from him again.”
That’s what she told Trent’s manager, Billy King. And Trent never contacted her again.
His loss.
“What’s the real reason you don’t want to go back?” Candace asked.
Kelly shook her head to clear it of memories and saved the school portraits she was working on. They were fine. The parents would love them. And if they didn’t, she was very handy with Photoshop. Sighing, Kelly stretched in her chair and looked out the window into the bustling city, thinking about how to answer her aunt. There were a lot of reasons Kelly didn’t want to go back. She picked the one that was easiest to explain.
“I don’t want to say goodbye. I know I don’t go back very often, but the ranch was always there waiting for me. I suppose looking back, I should have seen that things needed to be repaired and painted. But I never thought they were in trouble financially.”
“It wasn’t your business to know.” Candace sat down at her own desk and fired up her computer.
“I should have suspected after Dad’s heart attack.”
“At least they’re doing the right thing and selling now, before the bank forecloses.”
Kelly jumped up and began to pace around the small office. She and Alissa lived with Aunt Candace and Kelly worked out of the apartment. When they’d first moved in, the hardest thing to get used to was how cramped everything was in New York. The second hardest thing was all the noise. “What if they didn’t have to sell the ranch?”
“Did you win Powerball when I wasn’t looking?” her aunt asked dryly.
“Hear me out.” Kelly took a big gulp of coffee for courage. “What if instead of going down for just a week or two for a visit, I can convince my dad to rent me some land to set up a portrait studio or photo gallery? I bet I could bring in a good amount of business.”
“I’m so glad I wasn’t drinking when you said that. I would have spurted coffee out of my nose. Your father? Allowing strangers on his land?”
Kelly waved her hand. “Yeah, I know. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and the rents here in the city are astronomical. But in Last Stand? I’ve got some money saved up. At least a few months’ worth of rent.” Of course, she was putting herself back into a position where her parents could toss her out again if they didn’t like what she was doing. And this time, she had Alissa. But the desire for her own business warred with that little pessimistic voice in her head.
“Your father won’t take your money,” Candace dismissed.
“Not if I gave it to him. But if I told him that I wanted to start my own business? Establish myself in Last Stand.” Kelly nodded. “He’d rent to me.”
