All Chapters of Kingdom Ranch: Western romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

It’s been a week, exactly a week since I last talked to Andreas McKinnon on the hill and since I also haven’t been able to sleep or eat ever since. Today I have to go back there and tell him I’m sure about my decision. The same one I had already made the first time I had gone there.  It had been a mistake to go to him. I almost peed my pants. Just thinking about it makes me relive everything that went I through, and I did it only because I was more attached to the house, the land and everything that kept me closer to the memories. Everything that she had touched. We were close to losing it all to Andreas McKinnon. Not only had I lied to my brother, my father and my best friend Lacey about where I was going in the middle of the night but I had to climb the hill, in total darkness to get there. The path to Kingdom ranch was watched by several of his men. He guarded his cattle and crops with nails and teeth

Andreas’s POV I knew who she was all right. With the same big doe eyes, she looked a bit roughened up; a bit of dirt on her face didn’t take away the prettiness. She was a looker, even more now with her big brown eyes looking all shiny and the stubborn chin. Little Kennedy wanted an audience and could guess very well the reason but as always, I liked to play with my food and she looked as yummy as ever. Too bad she wasn’t ready to pluck. Never had the chance to have her this close and can’t say that I’m disappointed. A little bit small framed but plain she was not. The hair and eyes did it for me, add the pink lips and cheeks and yes, she was my type, she was any man's type. There were curves and I’d say braveness. Women came on to me all the time but never would have dreamed that she would dare. I know she’s scared of me or I somehow spook her. Looking away whenever I catch her staring, her whole demeanor changed whenever I was close by, not like it had been that many times th

I’m panting and sweating profusely. I left the house exactly one hour ago while the sun is still out, and now was almost dusk by the continuing changes of color of the sky, good chances are that I will make it before then the sun disappears.  I slid out the back door without locking myself in my bedroom until the sounds from downstairs dimmed down, it worked every time. My father wanted nothing to do with me after that day, I was living here out of charity, I mean that was what he said, not the exact words but he meant it that way.  I’m sure Cameron went out with some girl while my dad sat down on his favorite lounge chair to watch some sports game.  I’m slowly advancing. My shirt is stuck to my back, my knees and shoes are muddy from the drizzle that fell earlier, I may have slipped and fallen several times, and my l

I woke up groggy; the pain drugs make me grumpy and hungry. This has to be what hells feels like. The pain is less now but I still can’t do anything by myself. I’m bathed and helped to get dressed. Food is brought to me. The hospital dismissed a concussion, I haven’t been able to do anything by myself. I have slept for two whole days, and now two more in a daze. I wake up and Carla helps me to the bathroom, she helps me get dressed, brushes my hair and puts me back into a freshly made bed. She helps me with the food and then forces me to take a new set painkillers that makes me sleepy and it starts all over again. I feel like I have lost months on this bed. Also, there’s Andreas, I learned he hates his name. Carla teases him or so she tells me. I learned a few things about him too, Carla talks too much but is not a bad thing, her voice is soothing and she warm, like a mother. I like her, the way she treats me and talks to me almost makes me feel good about myself. “Where’s the re

As promised crutches are brought to me. I’m excited and can’t wait until its time to get off this bed and try them. I know how to handle them, but they haven’t really let me do anything. All cooped up here, the pain is my only company and there so much the meds can do. Of course I have been lying about the pain to avoid taking too much pain meds, they make me woozy and unfocused and so sensitive to food. I feel like I need to be constantly alert and ready. I do my exercises the moment the sun rises, follow with the doctors’ orders but I’m about to lose my mind just looking at the same four walls. Going to the bathroom is humiliating enough. By ten in the morning, I’m dressed and ready for torture. Eyeing the door waiting for whoever is coming to help test my strength has all jumpy. I’m about to give my first steps in two weeks but as soon as he walks in all that goes away. “Come on.” Enthusiasm is not his middle name, I can tell. “Why does it have to be you?” I’m not getting