Crooked Cowboy

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Christmas, cowboy, small town, western

Laney is NEVER celebrating Christmas again! Can a charming warm hearted cowboy change her mind?

“Laney McGee collected her luggage from the side of the train, dragging the heavy suitcase over to the small, snow-covered waiting area. The soft flakes crunched under her shoes, causing her to slip several times on her way to the dilapidated shelter. Visibility was low, and it didn’t help that the snow was creating a messy fog on her glasses.
Should have kept my contacts in. Actually, I should have stayed home all together.
The train station was nothing more than a small shack, and although it was ten in the morning, the place was locked up. Laney hadn’t put much thought into the trip. Her main goal was to get away from all the memories she’d shared with her ex-husband. But this was a little extreme.
Her mother’s words echoed in her head as she mulled over the decision she had made. “A trip to Betty and Sam’s? In the winter? Laney, that is insane! They live in the mountains and my sister doesn’t believe in vacations. She’s going to have you cleaning tables, fixing tractors, and milking cows. I know you’re feeling down about Christmas, but you should stick around.”

“I’ll be too busy to think about anything. Sounds perfect,” Laney answered. But now that she was standing on the side of a rundown train station, she was less sure of her choice.
Only six other people had exited the train at the Friendly Valley stop. Three had moved quickly to cars that were waiting in the parking lot, but Laney and two others were shivering on the platform, waiting for transportation. Was this a mistake? Laney shook her head in frustration and pulled out her cellphone.
Great. Only twenty-five percent power left. She quickly tapped out a text to her aunt. “Hey, Aunt Betty! I’m at the train station. It’s closed, so I’ll be on the platform when you get here.”
“Please hurry,” Laney muttered to herself. She had dug through her luggage for her gloves before exiting off the train, but had no luck. She quickly put her phone and hands back in her jacket pockets, her fingers turning numb by the second. A strong wind blew across the platform, kicking snow up into Laney’s face. Her mother’s voice echoed in her head once more.
“There is a reason we only visit your Aunt Betty and Sam in the summer.”

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Christmas Cowboy
Braylee B. Parkinson
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