Our love story might have had some twists and turns, but from here on out, all I plan on doing is making my bride’s dreams come true. From now on, her happiness is my own, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making her smile.

Epilogue

Tracy

Five years later

I watch a few buckle bunnies try to get Bronco’s attention. They must be new or traveled in from somewhere. Most know better by now and not because of me. Bronco tends to have a short fuse when it comes to them. It doesn’t matter if their attention is on him or one of the wranglers. He thinks they're a distraction that can get someone hurt.

There are a million and one things I love about my husband, but I adore how much care he gives when it comes to this place and safety. Not only for the wranglers but everyone. Bronco might not look cuddly and sweet, but I know under that hardness is all marshmallow. He’s come to love Circle C as much as I do. This place is ours. We’ve turned it into something to be proud of and hopefully a legacy for our little ones. We’ve already got one and a second on the way.

I rest my hand on the small bump that has already formed. Baby boy popped out quickly. I’d been showing month three with him. With our little Daisy, I didn’t really show until I was a bit over six months along. I already know he’s going to be as big as his father.

“There something you need, Tracy?” Betty asks, coming to my side. She’d gone from working one of the beer stands to being my right hand. It hadn’t taken her long either.

When I’m not around for whatever reason, I trust that she has everything handled. That helps so much when you have a little one underfoot, but luckily, I’ve got my mom too. What she missed in having a hand in raising me, she’s making up for in being a grandma. Bronco and I even had a house built for her not far from us. We’re all making up for time my father stole from us. It might be terrible, but I don’t shed any tears for the time that was taken back from him.

I thought when Mom and I came back together, there might be this awkwardness, but there hadn’t been. The second she wrapped her arms around me and I smelled that peach smell I always remembered about her, I knew everything was going to be okay. That our love had never gone anywhere.

“Sometimes I just like to come down and stare at my man,” I admit. How that husband of mine keeps getting hotter, I don’t know.

He doesn’t ride anymore, for competition at least. He hung that up a few years ago, but he’s good with helping the up-and-comers, which makes us popular. Wranglers fight to try and get in here.