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  Praise for

  DEBBIE MACOMBER’S

  Promise, Texas stories

  “Romance readers everywhere cherish the books of Debbie Macomber.”

  —New York Times bestselling author Susan Elizabeth Phillips

  “Popular romance writer Macomber has a gift for evoking the emotions that are at the heart of the genre’s popularity.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Macomber elucidates so clearly the extraordinary nature of the most ordinary lives. Readers will hope that Promise, Texas, continues to experience a population explosion, thanks to Macomber’s fluent crafting and her understanding of the human heart.”

  —Alison Trinkle, Amazon.com

  “With first-class author Debbie Macomber it’s quite simple—she gives readers an exceptional, unforgettable story every time and her books are always, always keepers!”

  —ReaderToReader.com

  “Debbie Macomber is one of the authors who led me to appreciate romantic fiction. She can take a well-worn plot device such as a down-on-his luck rancher summoning a mail-order bride, craft her characters carefully, having them grow and develop as her story unfolds, and leave readers with a sense of the goodness of strong values.”

  —The Romance Reader

  “Debbie Macomber brings the people of Promise, Texas, to life as she blends drama, romance and adventure.”

  —Romantic Times BOOKreviews

  “Debbie Macomber writes stories as grand as Texas itself.”

  —USA TODAY bestselling author Pamela Morsi

  My Friends,

  When I originally planned the HEART OF TEXAS stories more than ten years ago, it was to be a limited series of six books. Before I wrote a single word, I flew to Texas, rented a car and drove through the Hill Country, soaking up the atmosphere, observing the landscape—from huge ranches to small towns—and talking to people along the way. Then I created the characters and carefully worked out the six connected plots.

  I loved writing those books, and my readers enjoyed them, too. Over the course of one summer I received nearly 5,000 pieces of mail concerning this series. I was in fan-mail heaven! One thing virtually all the readers said was that they wanted more about Promise, more about these characters. I hadn’t intended to write a seventh book. In fact, I’d already moved on to other projects and another series (set in the Dakotas). Yet, as I considered the letters and reread the Texas stories, I felt as if I’d subconsciously established the basis for another story.

  I learned a valuable lesson that summer, a lesson I value to this day—the importance of listening to my readers. Because they requested it, I went back to Promise and wrote the seventh book. In 1999 Promise, Texas became my very first paperback novel to make it to the top fifteen of the New York Times bestseller list. There’s still something very special about that occasion. Not only that, it was a turning point in my career.

  So here’s Promise, Texas again. This is the book I never meant to write and yet it paved the way to the Cedar Cove series and, thanks to you, my place on the bestseller lists.

  As you can tell, I love hearing from my readers! Log on to my Web site, www.debbiemacomber.com, or write me at P.O. Box 1458, Port Orchard, WA 98366.

  DEBBIE MACOMBER

  PROMISE, TEXAS

  CAST OF CHARACTERS

  THE PEOPLE OF PROMISE

  Annie Applegate: divorced bookseller and friend of Dr. Jane Patterson; moves to Promise

  Nessa Boyd: widowed sister-in-law of Dovie (Boyd) Hennessey

  Jeannie French: first-grade teacher; new to Promise

  Nell (Bishop) Grant: ranch owner who runs a small dude ranch; married to Travis Grant; mother of Jeremy, Emma and toddler twins

  Travis Grant: well-known writer who met Nell when he came to Promise for research several years ago

  Al Green: sheriff’s deputy

  Dovie (Boyd) Hennessey: runs an antiques shop and is married to Frank Hennessey

  Frank Hennessey: former sheriff of Promise

  Max Jordan: owner of Western-wear shops.

  Adam Jordan: current sheriff of Promise; was an Airborne Ranger for twelve years

  Val Langley: ex-wife of Travis Grant; lawyer who represented Richard Weston at his trial; from New York

  Wade McMillen and Amy (Thornton) McMillen: Promise Christian Church pastor and his wife

  Dr. Jane (Dickinson) Patterson: doctor in Promise; married to rancher Cal Patterson

  Cal Patterson: partner in Lonesome Coyote Ranch with his brother, Glen

  Ellen (Frasier) Patterson: owner of Frasier’s Feed; married to Glen Patterson

  Glen Patterson: rancher; brother of Cal

  Mary and Phil Patterson: parents of Cal and Glen; operate a local B and B

  Gordon Pawling: retired judge from Toronto, Canada; met Dovie Hennessey and the elder Pattersons on a cruise

  Lucas Porter: widowed veterinarian; recently moved to Promise, where his parents live

  Heather and Hollie Porter: Lucas’s young daughters

  Louise Powell: town gossip

  Savannah (Weston) Smith: Grady and Richard Weston’s sister; partner, with her husband, Laredo Smith, in the Yellow Rose Ranch

  Laredo Smith: rancher and husband of Savannah

  Caroline (Daniels) Weston: former postmistress in Promise; married to rancher Grady Weston

  Grady Weston: rancher, half owner of the Yellow Rose

  Richard Weston: youngest of the Weston siblings; currently in prison in New York City

  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 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER 1

  “Annie, I’m so sorry! I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”

  Annie Applegate shifted the receiver to her other ear and blinked repeatedly. Jane Patterson’s sympathetic voice had brought tears to her eyes.

  “You should’ve let me know,” Jane continued.

  It’d taken Annie nearly twelve months to write her childhood friend about the disasters that had befallen her in the past two years. Jane had called the minute she’d read the letter; Annie was grateful for that, although even now, a friend’s genuine sympathy threatened her shaky resolve in a way that indifference didn’t.

  “I…couldn’t,” she said. “Not right away.”

  Four years ago, Jane had left southern California—where Annie still lived—and moved to Promise, a town in the Texas hill country. She’d gone there to work in the local health clinic as partial payment for her medical-school loans. Her parents had been dismayed and delighted in equal parts when their only daughter married a local rancher and settled in the small community.

  “What are you going to do?” Jane asked briskly. She’d always had a practical, we-can-deal-with-this quality that Annie envied. “What are your plans?”

  Annie wished she knew. The question was one she’d asked herself a thousand times since the car accident and everything that had followed.

  “Do you think you’ll stay in California?” Jane pressed when Annie didn’t answer.

  “I…I don’t know. Probably not.” Only she had nowhere to go, nowhere she needed to be, and no real family to speak of. Her friends here all seemed at a loss. They urged her
to get on with her life; what they didn’t understand was that she needed a completely different direction. A new sense of purpose. If she was going to pick up the shattered pieces that had once been her comfortable orderly existence and move forward, she had to make some real changes first.

  “Come to Promise,” Jane said, her voice unnaturally high with excitement.

  “Texas?” Annie murmured. “You want me to go to Texas?”

  “Oh, Annie, you’d love it! This town isn’t like anyplace else in the world. The people are friendly and kind and there’s a…a kind of caring here. Promise is small-town America at its best.” Jane’s enthusiasm was unmistakable—and contagious. “Small-town Texas at its best, too.”

  Annie smiled. “I’m sure a visit would do me a lot of good,” she said, thinking aloud, deciding then and there to take Jane up on her offer.

  “I’m not suggesting a visit,” Jane said, interrupting Annie’s musings. “I think you should move here. You need a change, a fresh start—you know you do.” She hesitated. “It might sound odd, but I have this feeling that Promise needs you, too.”

  Staring out the display window, Dovie Hennessey watched her husband hurrying along Promise’s main street. He was headed toward her shop, and judging by the look on his face, he had something he couldn’t wait to tell her.

  “Dovie!” Frank barreled into the store a moment later, his eyes twinkling with amusement. At sixty-five, he remained muscular and fit, she noted with pride. Every time she saw him, he gave her heart a little thrill—even after three years of marriage. Their romance had begun more than a decade before they decided to “make it legal,” as Frank put it. He’d initially been reluctant, since he’d never been married before and was afraid of losing what he’d thought of as his freedom. Dovie, who’d been widowed for years, had desperately wanted the comfort and respectability of marriage. In the end Wade McMillen, the local pastor, had suggested the perfect compromise: marriage with separate residences. It hadn’t taken long, however, for Frank to move into Dovie’s house full-time.

  “My goodness, Frank, what’s gotten into you?”

  “Adam Jordan,” Frank told her, shaking his head. “I swear I’ve never seen anything so funny in my life. Just wait’ll you hear what that deputy did this time round.”

  “Sheriff Jordan,” Dovie gently reminded him. Frank had retired five months earlier, and it had been an adjustment for both of them. After serving as the town’s sheriff for almost fifteen years, he’d found it difficult to hand over the reins to someone else.

  Especially when that someone had been such an unpromising specimen as a teenager. Adam Jordan had gotten into one scrape after another and had nearly worried his parents sick before he enlisted with Uncle Sam. Somehow the army had straightened him out. To everyone’s amazement, Adam had thrived under the structure and discipline of military life. After basic training he’d applied and been accepted to Airborne Ranger School, and from there had gone on to serve a distinguished twelve years as a member of the elite outfit.

  With the recent cutbacks in the military, Adam had returned to Promise. Much to the delight of his parents, who owned the local western-wear shop, he’d applied for a job with the sheriff’s department. Frank immediately saw that he’d found his replacement. Al Green, who’d served as deputy for almost twenty years, had no desire to assume the responsibilities of the sheriff’s position.

  So Adam had arrived at precisely the right time. When Frank announced his retirement, the ex-Airborne Ranger had run for the office of sheriff and promptly been elected; that was almost six months ago now, in the November election. Frank continued to spend much of his time with Adam, helping, he claimed, with the transition. Dovie didn’t know who required more assistance, Adam or Frank.

  “Boy’s made a fool of himself with that new teacher.” Frank chuckled. “Again. Locked her keys inside her car trying to show her the importance of security.”

  Dovie groaned, embarrassed for Adam. Anyone could see he was infatuated with Jeannie French. Fresh out of college, the first-grade teacher had been hired the previous August, and Adam Jordan hadn’t been the same since. He’d done everything he could think of to attract her attention, but according to rumor, he hadn’t yet asked her out on a date. Some days, it was all Dovie could do to resist shaking some sense into the man.

  “Naturally he had no way of knowing she always throws her car keys under the front seat,” Frank explained.

  “Why in heaven’s name would she do something like that?” Dovie was exasperated with Jeannie, too. Surely the girl could figure out how Adam felt! She sighed; she could just imagine Adam’s face when he realized what he’d done.

  Frank shrugged. “Why do women do anything?” he asked philosophically. “She had her purse with her, as well as the keys for the school. Apparently she picked up the habit from her father. He’s got a ranch a ways north of here. Not much concern about theft in a place like that. Or here, either.”

  So Adam was smitten and the new schoolteacher ignored him. The two of them had become a running joke around town. Jeannie was sweet enough, and a dedicated teacher, determined to make a difference in her students’ lives. And Adam, for all his skills and talents, didn’t know a damn thing about letting a woman know he was interested. Now, after a series of embarrassments, Jeannie refused to respond to Adam’s overtures. Not that Dovie believed the girl should get involved in a relationship if she didn’t want to—but for heaven’s sake, she could give Adam a chance! The pair of them needed some guidance and good advice, but Dovie didn’t know who was going to provide it. At one time that role would have fallen to her, but these days, with her antique shop doing so well, and Frank’s retirement, she already had more than she could handle. Then, there was the situation with her friend Mary Patterson, only she didn’t want to think about Mary just now.

  “How’d Jeannie take it?” Dovie asked.

  “Not too well. You’d think poor Adam had done it on purpose.”

  “He was able to unlock the car, wasn’t he?”

  “Oh, eventually, but while he was fiddling with the door, Jeannie was giving him a piece of her mind.”

  “Poor Adam,” Dovie said.

  “Poor Adam, nothing. That boy got exactly what he deserved. He was showing off his authority, playing big man in town, and it backfired. Sure, his ego got dented, but it was a lesson he won’t soon forget.”

  “And you loved it.”

  Frank sobered. “I did,” he admitted, “but not for the reasons you think. That boy reminds me of myself thirty-five years ago. Cocky as a rooster and high on self-importance. He’ll learn the same way I did—and probably a whole lot faster.”

  Dovie wrapped her arms around her husband. He was right—there were similarities between him and Adam. She just hoped it didn’t take Adam as long as it had Frank to marry and settle down.

  “By the way,” he said, “I stopped at the travel agency. Gayla had our tickets.” Frank slid the airline packet out of his hip pocket and set it on the counter. This European vacation had been planned for months. It was going to be a combination of business and pleasure; Dovie and Frank would spend two weeks touring major cities on the continent, purchasing a few antiques, visiting a museum here and there. They considered the trip a honeymoon of sorts—although Frank was quick to insist that their entire marriage had been a honeymoon—plus a celebration of Frank’s retirement.

  “Hey,” Frank said, tilting Dovie’s head up so their eyes could meet. “You should be showing more excitement than this!”

  “I am excited,” she told him, and she was. They’d talked about this trip for years, dreamed about it, too. Dovie had assumed they’d take budget tours, but Frank had insisted they go first-class all the way. While he was willing to go to a couple of museums, shop for antiques and help her arrange shipping, he wanted to make sure they had ample opportunity to enjoy the sights. And each other.

  “Dovie Hennessey, I know you too well to be fooled,” Frank said, holding her gaze.
“Something’s troubling you.”

  It astonished her how well Frank did know her. She’d been married to Marvin Boyd for twenty-five years, and he’d always been oblivious to her moods. That certainly wasn’t the case with Frank. There was an almost intuitive bond between them, one that marriage had honed and strengthened. She’d never expected to fall in love again, let alone experience a love like this. And the lovemaking, oh my, just thinking about the delights they’d found with each other…well, it made her heart beat triple time.

  “It’s Mary,” Dovie said reluctantly.

  “What’s the problem with Mary?”

  Dovie didn’t know how to answer. Mary Patterson had been Dovie’s best friend for most of her life. They’d graduated from high school together. She’d been Mary’s maid of honor, and later Mary had returned the favor. Over the years Dovie had watched Mary and her husband, Phil, raise two fine sons.

  It was Mary who had stood with her when Marvin was buried, Mary who’d helped her through the difficult months that followed. After Phil’s heart problems were diagnosed, Dovie had encouraged the couple to hand over the management of their cattle ranch to their sons and move into town. Not ready to retire completely, they’d started a bed-and-breakfast—and no one was more surprised at its success than Mary and Phil themselves. For years she and Mary had spoken on the phone every day or so, saw each other often and shared all their joys and sorrows. Dovie felt the same way about Mary as she would’ve felt about a sister.

  “You’re not answering me,” Frank said softly. His hands caressed her shoulders as he studied her.

  “Because I don’t know how.”