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    Legacy of Love (Carson Hill Ranch: Book 12)
    Legacy of Love (Carson Hill Ranch: Book 12)
    Legacy of Love (Carson Hill Ranch: Book 12)
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    Legacy of Love (Carson Hill Ranch: Book 12)

    By Amelia Rose

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    A Contemporary Cowboy Romance Novel.

    This is book 12 in the Carson Hill Ranch series.

    Kimberly Carson, the oldest of Bernard Carson's grandchildren, is headed off to Princeton in the fall, much to her family's dismay. Everywhere she turns, one relative or another is trying to convince her to stay a little closer to home, if she leaves at all.

    But a stolen day with her grandfather will reveal more about Kimberly's family than she ever knew, including the secrets and the love surrounding the woman they have vowed never to speak of: Sarah Carson

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGold Crown
    Release dateNov 8, 2014
    ISBN9781311318077
    Legacy of Love (Carson Hill Ranch: Book 12)
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    Amelia Rose

    Amelia Rose holds a PhD in Literature and Language; she specializes in teaching positive, self-reliant principles to children and adults of all ages.  Dr. Rose lives with her husband and three children in the Hudson Valley, New York area, where she enjoys the outdoors and spending time with her family and friends.   Matthew Maley is an artist with nearly twenty-five years in the fields of Illustration and Design. His work has appeared in publications such as Archie Comics, Marvel, Disney, Nickelodeon, and Children’s Television Workshop. He lives in the Hudson Valley with his wife, daughter, and a variety of animals.

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      Legacy of Love (Carson Hill Ranch - Amelia Rose

      Legacy of Love

      Carson Hill Ranch: Book Twelve

      AMELIA ROSE

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      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright © 2014 by Amelia Rose.

      All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book.

      This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

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      Dedication

      To YOU, The reader.

      Thank you for your support.

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      Thank you for reading and joining me on this road.

      Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty-One

      Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter Twenty-Three

      Other Books by Amelia Rose

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      Chapter One

      Kimberly looked around her spacious bedroom and frowned. The posters had been taken down from the walls and the few framed prints now leaned against the foot of her bed. Her clothes covered every inch of her bed, sorted into piles for what she would leave boxed up to be stored and what she would be packing to take to college with her. Her new luggage set was stacked in the corner of her room, the tags still hanging from the leather handles.

      I don’t remember owning this much junk, she said out loud to herself, reaching for another pile and folding the different pieces, already planning which of her cousins or even her aunts would look good in them. Kimberly looked at the growing stack of button up work shirts, knee-high socks that pulled up above her riding boots, and bandanas that were sun-bleached from years of riding and roping.

      Kimberly wouldn’t need any of these things when she headed off to school in the fall. Ever since getting her acceptance packet from Princeton, she’d been learning all she could about the school, the surrounding town, the activities and programs, even the weather. It was certainly going to be different from the ranch.

      Living all her life on a 1200-square mile cattle ranch adjacent to the miniscule town of Hale, Texas, had done nothing to prepare her for life in a big city, and truthfully, Princeton was going to be as big city as she’d ever experienced. Other than the occasional trips to Dallas and a Christmas vacation to New York once, Kimberly had never really been anywhere, a fact that she was anxious to remedy once school started in the fall.

      Hey there, nerd, her younger brother, Garrett, called out from her doorway with a grin. Mom and Dad are looking for you. Aunt Amy just got home and there was some more mail from colleges.

      Oh great. They just want to sit me down and try to talk me out of it again by showing me what a great school ‘Southwestern State Technical College of Texas’ is. ‘Look at those dorm rooms!’ ‘Look at that cafeteria! They have meatloaf!’ Kimberly said, mocking them while rolling her eyes.

      Hey now, don’t go making fun of the meatloaf. That’s some quality stuff they put in there, Garrett said in a solemn voice.

      Really? You know it’s not even made from meat. How is a cattle ranching family supposed to get that excited for chopped, pressed, formed, mystery meat? We raise cows! We eat cows! And I’m supposed to invest in my college education at a school that serves processed meat by-product? She shuddered and Garrett laughed.

      They just want you closer to home… we all do, he said quietly, ducking his head to hide his emotional smile. While they’d always been close as brother and sister, they weren’t overly emotional or mushy. Kimberly’s irritated expression softened slightly at the sound of remorse in her brother’s voice.

      Who is ‘we’ exactly? she chided. We as in our five uncles, five aunts, and thirteen cousins? Or was it fourteen cousins, now? Oh, maybe you meant the round-the-clock staff of this place. You know, this ranch is bigger than some towns, remember?

      I mean everybody. I don’t know what we’ll do without you here. It’s gonna be so weird without you around. Garrett lowered himself into the wingback chair that Kimberly had spent many nights studying and reading in, leaning to the side and kicking his feet up on the arm, crossing his ankles and relaxing, interlacing his fingers behind his head.

      One person missing from this whole population won’t even be noticed, Kimberly said reassuringly, going back to folding her clothes once more. You’ll hardly notice I’m gone.

      That’s not true, and you know it. But I gotta say, sis, you said that like you’re trying to convince yourself, not me.

      I don’t need convincing! I’ve been looking forward to this ever since I started applying to schools out of state.

      Is that all you applied to? You didn’t even think about any of the colleges here in Texas? Garrett asked, a look of minor disbelief on his face. You know, there’s nothing wrong with being close to home, or at least close enough to come visit.

      That’s the problem, Garrett. None of the schools that were worth applying to were within driving distance. Any of those schools would still mean taking a plane, so what does it matter if I fly for one hour or fly for six hours?

      Garrett just shook his head, but managed a smile for his big sister. He unfolded himself from her chair and walked across the room to the door, turning before he left. Well, believe it or not, it’s just not going to be the same around here without you. Don’t forget about Mom and Dad downstairs. He patted the door frame and left, padding down the hall to his own room.

      Kimberly finished the rest of the small pile she was working on and turned from her room, heading downstairs. Her hand practically floated above the worn, wooden bannister, never failing to amaze her with its time-polished sheen. All of the kids had raced down these same stairs when they were little, each of their hands gripping the same bannister. It was an amazing feature of the house considering the tornado that had demolished the house when she was a little girl. The bannister and staircase had been almost completely destroyed when the wreckage was cleared, but Bernard had insisted on the crew rebuilding it in its rightful place.

      Hey there, what’s up? Kimberly asked, letting herself fall gracefully onto one of the overstuffed sofas in front of the fireplace. It didn’t matter what time of year it was, every day ended with a low fire built in the fireplace, even in the summer time when the heat seemed to finally let up just in time for someone to come along and light it. It was a cowboy thing, she knew, stemming from the nightly campfires that crews lit to keep predators away from the herd when they were out away from the ranch house.

      Casey and Miranda, Kimberly’s parents, smiled at her from where they sat together on another sofa, facing her. Her father had his arm around her mom’s shoulders, and both of them had their feet kicked up on the old expanse of a low table that divided the large room. Small gouges in the ancient wood reflected back the fire light in shadow, places where decades of boots had pock-marked the wood, or where more than one cowboy each day had sat down to get a rock out of his shoe. Like the bannister, it had survived needing only a little more than careful reassembly, and it was now a main feature of the room.

      We got the letter from the residence life department at your school, Miranda said softly as the darkness began to creep over the yard and obscure the view from the oversized windows, and it has a list of things you’ll need for the dorm. I just wondered when you wanted to plan a shopping trip to get your supplies.

      Kimberly looked between their faces warily. What’s the catch?

      What catch? Casey asked, his eyebrows creasing and causing several faint lines to appear on his forehead, weathered from his work each day in the sun. There’s no catch.

      There’s got to be a catch. There’s no way you guys are just taking me to buy sheets and a dorm fridge. What’s really going on?

      Casey and Miranda exchanged a quick look and grinned, knowing they’d been caught. Well, I just thought, as long as we were going that far, we could maybe stop to rest at different points along the way. And since you never really did take any campus tours at any other schools…

      Daaaaaaad! Kimberly said with a groan, interrupting him before he could suggest any other colleges. We’ve been over this! How long is it going to take you to accept that I’m going out of state?

      I don’t know… when’s graduation? I’ll accept it a few weeks after you graduate. From college, that is, he said with a sly smile.

      Kimberly wasn’t amused. She let her head fall back against the back of the sofa until she was staring directly up at the beams of the high-ceilinged room. She closed her eyes and waited for more of their persuasive attempts, but looked around a minute later when they didn’t say anything else. They sat smiling at her, unruffled by her frustration. If she didn’t know better, she’d think they looked almost smug.

      I don’t understand. Why are you two trying so hard to fight this? You had eighteen years to get used to the idea that I’d be going off to college. You do want me to go to college, don’t you? she asked, narrowing her eyes as she took on an accusing tone. She wouldn’t put it past them to be using all of this as a distraction to keep her from going to school, to keep her here on the ranch. After all, the only other person she’d known to leave and go to school was her Uncle Anders, and even then he’d only been gone for school and for a few years after that before he came running back to the ranch, too.

      Sweetie, that’s not fair and you know it, her mother admonished in a kindly voice that made Kimberly feel guilty for a moment. We’ve been nothing but proud of you and supportive of your decisions from the very beginning. But we’re not going to apologize for wanting our daughter to at least be in the same state with us. It’s not to keep you here or to keep you from making choices for yourself, it’s completely for the fact that we love you and will miss you.

      Kimberly nodded, feeling duly chastised. Even she had to admit everyone had been happy for her when she won several state awards for her writing and had pursued her college plans. But this decision had been months in the making, years if she counted all the applications and contests she’d submitted to during high school. So why were they being difficult now that the date was getting closer and closer?

      I know. I’m sorry, she agreed, defeated. Is that all you needed?

      Well, it’s all we needed, but your grandfather wants to see you, too,

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