Chapter Fifty Three:
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STATEN KIRKLAND DIDN’T remember much about driving back from Quinn’s farm. He must have gone a hundred through town. There didn’t seem enough air in Texas to breathe until the cliffs of Ransom Canyon rose before him, and he knew he was almost home. His always-pessimistic thoughts were piling up in his brain.
She wasn’t a young girl barely out of her teens as Amalah had been. What if Quinn died during delivery or lost the baby? Hell, even with a healthy baby they’d be living on Social Security before the kid could graduate from college.
But no matter how the worries stacked up, a tiny part of him knew that he wanted to be involved in his child’s life. He wanted this baby. He felt as if he’d just awakened on Christmas morning and been given a gift he didn’t know to
