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A Healing Love for the Broken Cowboy Extended Epilogue

A Healing Love for the Broken Cowboy Extended Epilogue

Extended Epilogue

Five Years Later

Isabelle sat in her studio − the one Harvey had built for her and looked through the window. Dark clouds loomed on the horizon and there was a chill in the air. She thought winter would be upon them soon. 

Charley and his four-year old brother Christopher − her first with Harvey − were sitting on the grass outside playing together. Chenoa had been very right about Charley. Not only was he growing bigger and stronger but he had started to talk shortly after the night of the big shoot-out.

Much to Harvey’s dismay though, Charley’s first word had been Chenoa − a fact the woman never failed to rub Harvey’s nose in. It was all in good fun, of course.

Beyond the boys, she saw her brother’s house. She saw a very pregnant Ruby sitting on the porch reading a book and made a mental note to bring her some dinner. The house itself was a hive of activity as the workmen bustled about. They were currently adding on to it to make room for their growing family − just as Harvey had added on to their house to make room for theirs.

As she sat before the canvas on her easel, staring at her children, Isabelle reflected on the past five years. So much had happened and yet, so much had stayed the same. And she was grateful for it all.

Shortly after Mark and Ruby had been married, they set about building their lives together. Mark and Ruby had two children quickly. Her brother had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water.

He doted on his kids, which made Isabelle happy to see. Mark and Ruby had a son whom they named after Harvey, and a daughter they had named Rebekah. Both of the kids looked more like Ruby than Mark − which he said was a good thing.

Mark spent a lot of time playing with them in the yard. Isabelle heard their laughter and squeals of joy all the time. He was very present in their lives, which made Isabelle glad to see. She could tell he enjoyed fatherhood more than anything else in his life. Aside from being a good husband to Ruby, of course.

He and Ruby were the perfect picture of love and happiness and Isabelle could not have been happier for them. They deserved it. They deserved each other.

As for her, there were no words to describe the happiness she felt on a daily basis. She had never imagined she could ever be so happy and content. She never even knew the kind of joy she felt daily even existed. She sometimes battled with the thought that she did not deserve it but Harvey was always quick to shoot down such negative thoughts. He assured her that she deserved that sort of happiness and more.

Wyoming had been granted statehood and ever since then, Stephill had become a thriving city. It was continuing to grow as people flocked there. New businesses were opening, the population was expanding, and it was becoming every bit as cosmopolitan as Isabelle had believed it could be - and yet, it still somehow managed to hold onto that small town charm that made Stephill such a special place.

About two years ago, she had taken the plunge and opened her studio in town. She was nervous when it opened − she was still nervous − but it had been a resounding success. The people loved her work and were clamoring for more. The gratitude Isabelle felt could never be measured.

“Is that blank stare part of your creative process?”

Isabelle turned and smiled at Harvey who was standing in the doorway grinning at her.

“Why yes, yes it is,” She replied.

She stood up and went to him, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Even five years after they shared their first kiss, feeling Harvey’s lips on hers sent an electric thrill through her. He wrapped his arms around her, gently holding her close. He pressed his forehead to hers and smiled.

“So is this everything you thought it would be?” he asked.

She pursed her lips. “Yeah, I think this will do.”

His laugh was deep and rumbling and she felt it all the way down to her bones. It made her smile.

“You laugh a lot more these days,” she said.

He looked deeply into her eyes. “I have a lot to be happy about.”

“Me too.”

Harvey kissed her again and then pulled back, laying a hand gently on her swollen belly. He looked at it admiringly, a humble sense of awe on his face.

“And we’ll have even more to be happy about in a month or so,” he said.

“It will be a girl this time,” Isabelle said. “I can feel it.”

“You said that last time,” Harvey chuckled. “And I believe you told Mark and Ruby you could feel both of their kids would be girls.”

She shrugged. “I got it right one time.”

Harvey took her by the hand and led her outside. Together, they stood on the grass watching Charley and Christopher playing together. The boys tussled with each other, squealing and laughing the whole time.

“Have you ever seen anything so perfect?” Isabelle asked.

Harvey looked at her, a salacious grin on his face as his eyes slid up and down her body.

“Well now that you mention it…”

She laughed and playfully whacked him on the chest. “You are incorrigible.”

“That I am.”

She tightened her grip on his hand and leaned her head on his shoulder. Together, they stood in silence, watching their kids. Isabelle said a silent word of thanks to God above for everything He had given to them in this life. He had been so generous and she would be forever thankful.

“We went through a lot to get to this point,” Harvey said, as if reading her thoughts.

“We did.”

“I think that’s what makes me treasure it all the more.”

Isabelle nodded. “Me too.”

He looked down at her, the smile on his face small but warm.

“I still wake up sometimes and have to pinch myself,” he said. “I still sometimes can’t believe what a lucky man I am.”

“I sometimes think about all of the different moving pieces that had to fall into the right place, at the right time, that brought us to this point.”

He nodded. “It’s a miracle.”

“It certainly feels that way.”

Isabelle leaned her body against Harvey and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight. That was something she would also never tire of feeling because to her, not only did he make her feel safe and protected, Harvey just felt like home.

Her life was so perfect and so amazing that it sometimes did not feel real. She thought about where she came from and what she had to go through to get to where she was standing now and could not help but think it was anything but a miracle. 

It was a thought that made her smile − and would continue to make her smile to the end of her days.

The End

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  • What a wonderful story to read about Isabelle and Harvey life. To have her brother Mark and his wife Ruth so close by have both their lives together.

    • Thank you for your comment, my dear! I’m glad you enjoyed it and I’m happy to hear you were so invested in it. 🙂

  • What a wonderful story, filled with friendship, love, excitement and mystery. This may be Cassidy’s best yet, though it’s so hard to say since I love them all!

    • Thank you, Carolyn! Your comment truly brought a smile to my face. I’m so happy to hear you enjoy my books, this means the world to me! 🙂

  • Another wonderful story from Cassidy .Great love story with wonderful characters ,beautiful scenery,mixed in with a great mystery.Read it and enjoy.

    • Thank you, my dear! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Your comment means a lot to me. 🙂

  • What happened to Chenoa? She wasn’t mentioned in the extended epilogue.
    Loved the book!

    • Our dear Chenoa got her happy ending like all of our beloved characters! 🙂 Thank you for your compliment, love and thank you for this question.

  • Another wonderful story from such a gifted writer ! As of now, each of your books has been my favorite, as I finished them. So looking forward to reading them all. Thank you for such great entertainment . They should be made into movies .

  • Thanks for this meaningful book! So many lessons to be learned here. True friendship, great family bonds and the joy found in close friendship and real abiding love.

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