Now, Sam looked at his daughter with a feeling of pride and sorrow. He was proud of her. She knew as much about the ranch as he did. The way of the land was in her blood. He had no doubt that she would thrive back in Jacob’s time.
The sorrow he felt was for the journey she would have to make to discover who and what she truly was capable of being. He feared he would never see her again. That thought almost made him gather her to him and refuse to let her go. If it hadn’t been for the unknowing looks of longing in her eyes whenever she looked at Jacob, he would have.
“Allie,” Sam said, drawing her attention back to him.
“Yes, Papa?” Allie asked.
“I want you to know I love you,” Sam said in a gruff voice.
“We both love you,” Claire said, coming up to stand next to Sam and Allie. “I made
