“We’ll all be here for this one.” Wyatt took Molly’s hand, and they walked along, hands swinging. He wondered at how much his life had changed since Pa had died and torn up all their lives.

“You know something?” It must’ve been his tone of voice, but every one of his family stopped and turned to look at Wyatt. “We talked about honoring our parents. And every one of us, except Cheyenne, had trouble doing that.”

“Even I did,” Cheyenne admitted. “Because I had Clovis for a father most of my growing-up years, and he wasn’t a man I could honor.”

“Well, look at us.” Wyatt looked around the small circle they’d formed there on that cold street in Bear Claw Pass, Wyoming. “Look at how much our lives have improved because of Pa and that stupid, thieving will. Molly and Kevin and Falcon have added so much to our lives. And we’d’ve never met them without Pa’s will. Look even at how Win found justice for her mother and maybe can discover some of the things hidden about her ma’s family. All the cheating and stealing and even murdering our fathers did led us right here.” He pointed to the boardwalk beneath their feet.

“It’s a good place.” Wyatt’s grip on Molly’s hand tightened. When he spoke of murder, it wasn’t just Hawkins who’d brought that evil into his family’s life. It was all Molly had endured with her pa’s cruelty. And they’d survived it all.

He thought he saw a lighter spirit settle on his family’s shoulders.

Molly said quietly, “We honor our fathers by being a light in the world. By believing in what’s good. By being better than we might have grown up to be.”

Wyatt smiled down at her and suddenly the family was smaller, even with them all standing right there. It was only him and his Molly.

She nodded.

He bent and kissed her and said, “Let’s go get married.”

A few minutes later, they stood before the parson, a happy family. A family that lived in such a way any decent father would be honored to call them his.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today . . .”

And they were, truly gathered together in a family.

Three beautiful brides.

Three brothers in arms.

All of them had found love on the range.

Epilogue

It was summer in Wyoming Territory, and after a year, Molly had definitely decided she liked the place, despite the hard beginning.

Being in love with a fine man made it easy to face any hardship a winter in the Rocky Mountains brought her way.

So much had changed in a year it was like a whole new world.

One big change had Cheyenne chafing. But she’d agreed, no roping, no branding, no throwing nor hog-tying cattle.