Meeting the Cowboy’s Family
Looking for inspiration, artist Ella Langton rents a cabin in the isolated Porcupine Hills of Alberta. She didn’t count on having neighbors, but rancher Cord Walsh and his three children are just a stone’s throw away. Still healing from a tragic accident, Ella has no plans of reaching out, but she’s having a hard time keeping them out of her yard...and her thoughts. And when little Suzy ropes Ella into helping her with an art project, she can’t help her growing feelings for the girl’s rugged daddy. With three persistent children, Cord and Ella may find their fenced-off hearts opening up sooner than they thought!
“I know you’re only here because my daughter roped you into it,” Cord said.
Ella knew she had come across as reluctant around the children, but his resistance to her watching the kids stung.
“I make my own choices,” she said, struggling to keep the annoyance out of her voice.
Cord returned her look. “I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s just—”
She lifted her hand to stop another protest coming from him.
“Look, I know I didn’t come across all warm and welcoming the first time I saw your kids, but I...I have my reasons.”
As the words slipped out of her she caught his frown.
“What reasons?”
She had already said too much and she wasn’t about to divulge more.
“Suffice to say I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”
She wanted to say more, but sensed they were treading on the edges of conversations that would lead them to places neither of them wanted to go.
CAROLYNE AARSEN and her husband, Richard, live on a small ranch in northern Alberta, where they have raised four children and numerous foster children and are still raising cattle. Carolyne crafts her stories in an office with a large west-facing window, through which she can watch the changing seasons while struggling to make her words obey. Visit her website at carolyneaarsen.com.
Courting The Cowboy
Carolyne Aarsen
For with You is the fountain of life;
in Your light we see light.
—Psalms 36:9
To my grandchildren, the light of my life.
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Ella tossed the pencil onto the kitchen counter with a clatter, glaring at the doodles on her sketch pad. She’d been working all morning trying to capture the image in her mind but all she could create was pages of dark scribbles, a grocery list and a cartoon of her dog. None of which bore any resemblance to the eerie forest she had envisioned.
It used to come easier.
Before.
She shook off the thoughts and closed her sketch pad. If you’ve got nothing, you’ve got nothing. Move, get out and get something.
The voice of her art instructor in her head wasn’t any consolation. Ella had been painting and producing for years and she’d never had...nothing. It was mostly the past two years that she felt empty and uninspired.
She thought moving to this cabin, nestled in the Porcupine Hills of Alberta, would jump-start her moribund creativity. The low price was perfect for her. Her reduced income, thanks to her inactive creative life, had narrowed her options. When her mother called her to tell her about this place she encouraged Ella to take it.
Behind her mother’s suggestion was the unsubtle hint that Ella start producing. Ella knew what was on the line. She had applied to L’école des Arts Créatifs, an art school attached to a prominent art gallery in Montreal for a position as a teacher. One of the conditions was that she come up with a series of new works for the gallery.
So Ella signed a six-month lease on the cabin, packed up her apartment in Calgary and moved here.
That was when she discovered that the owner of the ranch where the cabin was located, an elderly man named Boyce Walsh, lived in town. And that his son and three young grandkids were the ones who lived in the other house on the yard. She didn’t need the distraction but by then it was too late to back out of the lease. She had given her notice at her other apartment, and other than moving in with her mother, which wasn’t an option at all, she had no recourse but