The Complete Henderson's Ranch (+audio)

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“This isn’t right!”
Chelsea Bridges leaned forward to see what Emily Beale was looking at. Chelsea didn’t see a thing wrong, but then she’d never been to central Montana before. Out the small plane’s front windshield were miles and miles of rolling green prairie. Streams crisscrossed the grassland in a bewildering maze. The backdrop was the foothills of the Rockies breaking the skyline with their snowy peaks and conifer-clad sides. The wester-ing sun silhouetted the hills, but lit their tops with gold.
“It’s absolutely gorgeous!” Then she clamped her mouth closed. She was trying to reel it in. Emily was always so even-keeled and understated that Chelsea was constantly stumbling to be less…Chelsea. Emily was this perfect woman with a drop-dead hand-some husband and about the cutest kid on the planet. Chelsea had only been their daughter’s nanny for a few months, but she’d seen the deference and respect that eve-ryone at Mount Hood Aviation’s firefighter airbase paid Emily. In return, the woman was kind, courteous, and utterly terrifying. Chelsea wouldn’t mind being all of those things.
Her husband Mark, who sat up front in the other pilot seat of the small plane, wasn’t much more effusive—except around his daughter. At least he had a sense of humor, though not as much a one as he thought he did; an observation Chelsea kept carefully to herself.
Chelsea looked over at Tessa who was strapped in beside her. She had her tiny ver-sion of her mother’s elegant nose pressed up against the window. “Green,” she an-nounced. Out her window was nothing but the rolling grasslands of eastern Montana.
“It’s wrong,” Mark agreed solemnly but turned enough to wink at Chelsea, or at least she presumed that’s what his cheek twitch was indicating at the lower edge of his mirrored Ray-Bans. “Not much snow in the hills. Means another drought year next summer.”
“That’s not the problem,” Emily responded. “Okay, drought is a problem. But that’s not the real problem.”
“What is, Emma?” Again the sassy wink that said he already knew what his wife was talking about. It was amazing that the man had survived this long. Chelsea would never dare tease Emily Beale; she could probably kill with a glance if she ever took off her own mirrored shades.
“It’s December,” Emily took one hand off the plane’s wheel—if she was on board, she was the one doing the flying—and waved it helplessly at the stunning scenery be-fore them. “We came to Montana for a white Christmas.”
“I thought it was to see Mom and Dad.”
“It’s still supposed to be white,” she grumbled and set up to land the plane.

Initial Publication: 2017-2019
Bundle Release: April 7, 2020
Print pages: 4 volumes: 250, 268, 344, 260
Audio length (h:mm): 25:42
Narrator: Read by Author