ABOUT THE BOOK
What does a tattooed chick from Philadelphia know about being a rancher? Absolutely nothing. But that’s about to change.
Willow Crawford never knew her father’s identity until she hears from his lawyer, advising her of his death. As the sole heir to his ranch in Wyoming, she has the chance to start anew following her divorce.
After losing his family in a devastating accident, mail call no longer brings a smile to Staff Sergeant Nathan Casey’s face, knowing his name won’t be shouted. But when he receives a letter addressed to Any Soldier, signed by Wannabe Rancher, he finds himself captivated by the fascinating and beautiful woman who’d written it.
As her unexpected fondness for small-town life and a certain pen pal grows, Willow discovers more about herself, her family, and her legacy. Will the attraction she develops for Nathan, through his letters and phone calls, still exist and intensify when they finally meet? Or will she risk her heart, only to have history repeat itself and deny Willow her soul mate?
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EXCERPT
June 1
Dear Any Soldier,
Hi, my name is Willow, and I wanted to take a moment to thank you for your service. Itās very much appreciated. It must be hard for you to be away from your family and friends for long periods of time, and I hope this letter brightens your day.
Iām probably not supposed to ask where youāre stationed or deployed, so I wonāt. Iāll just assume youāre somewhere on the other side of the world and pray youāre safe.
I guess I should tell you a little about myself. Iām thirty-three years old and originally from Philadelphia, where Iād lived my entire life until three weeks ago. Thatās when I found out Iād inherited a ranch in Wyoming, of all places. Talk about a culture shock. This little podunk town has a population of just under 1000 people, and everyone seems to know everyone else. I probably had that many people living within a two-block radius of me back in Philly, and no one knew who any of their neighbors were beyond nodding hello as they passed each other on the street.
Iāve spent the last few weeks overhauling the house hereāit really needed it. Iād been hoping all it would need was a fresh coat of paint, but that turned out to be the least of my worries. The front porch needed major workāall new steps and most of the boards needed to be replaced. Thankfully, the supports were in good shape, so the whole thing didnāt need to be torn down. I even managed to save the old porch swing, sanding and refinishing it. I think Iāll rehang it on the side porch, thoughāit faces westāand get another one for the back porch. The painters come in a few days to re-paint the outside of the house. I picked a light green colorāI think itāll look nice against the blue sky.
I also tackled the kitchen and two bathrooms and had a plumber and an electrician come in and update what needed to be. While there is still a lot to do in the three rooms, at least I can now say every surface has been bleached and disinfected, the water is clean, and the plugs are updated for the new appliances I ordered. Now, Iām moving on to the rest of the house. Every room needs, at the very least, to be painted and new furniture and rugs.
With the help of some local guys, I got rid of the old, very outdated furniture (think of the 1970s if you need a visual), junk that was lying around, and anything else I didnāt want to keep. There are a bunch of boxes and trunks left, mostly filled with papers and stuff, but I put them in the attic until I have more time to devote to going through them. Thank goodness I also now have satellite internet and TV accessāit was really quiet here without them for the first two days. Iām learning a lot about living in the country, thanks to Google.
Tomorrow, Iām going to do the craziest thingāwell, at least the craziest thing Iāve ever done besides leaving Pennsylvania to move to Wyoming, where I know absolutely no one. Iām going to buy some chickens! Me, the tattooed, pink-haired chick from Philly, is going to get, well, some chicks (lol). Two of the guys who helped me clear out the house came by yesterday and fixed up the coop in the backyard for me and put up some new fencing around it. The other night, I spent three hours researching chickens, from which ones to get and what to feed them to how to collect their eggs and know when thereās something wrong with them (just in case). Thereās a local vet who deals with farm animals, so at least thereās someone nearby who I can consult with. I was surprised to learn you donāt need a rooster for the hens to lay eggs. You only need one if you want baby chicks. Iāll do without the rooster for now.
I must be crazy (well, the last paragraph probably confirmed that), but Iām actually thinking about keeping the ranch. At first, I seriously considered fixing it up to sell, but the longer I stay here, the more I like living out in the middle of nowhere. Weird, huh? Thereās really no reason for me to go back to Philly other than itās familiar. People move all the time and start over in new places, so why canāt I? The only thing is Iāll need to figure out what to do with all this land I now have (1200 freaking acres!). It used to be a cattle ranch, but I sold the last few cows, steers, and horses to my new neighbor since I had no idea how to take care of them or what to do with them. Heād already been caring for them, so it just made sense to let him buy them.
I want to raise some animals or plant something I can sell, but this is all so new to me, and I have no clue how to be a rancher. If you have any ideas on what I could use the land for, Iām all ears.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I have a new friend. Heās a white-tailed prairie dog that comes and hangs out on my back porch. After the third day of him showing up, I named him Fred. I had to take a picture of him with my phone to find out what in the world he was because, needless to say, we didnāt have prairie dogs back East. The guy who owns the feed store, whose name is Duckyāif you can believe thatāgave me a quick education on them. Thankfully, theyāre herbivores. I bought some seeds that Ducky said I could leave out for Fred. I can also give him some vegetables. From what Iām told, he probably has a family somewhere nearby, so Iām sure heās sharing the meals with them. Maybe one of these days, Iāll follow him and see where he lives.
Anyway, Iām obviously rambling on about nothing, and Iām sure you have lots to do. If you want to write back, thatās great, but Iāll understand if you donāt. In the meantime, thank you again for your service, and I hope youāre back with your loved ones soon.
Sincerely, ā©
Willow
Wannabe Rancher
P.S. – I know it would be easier to exchange email addresses to write back and forth, but if you donāt mind, I kind of like writing letters and mailing them the old-fashioned way. We did that when we adopted a soldier in my fourth-grade class, and it was so exciting when the teacher announced we had a letter from him each month.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA Today Bestselling Author and Award-Winning Author Samantha Cole is a retired policewoman and former paramedic. Using her life experiences and training, she strives to find the perfect mix of suspense and romance for her readers to enjoy.
Awards:
Wannabe in Wyoming (co-authored by J.B. Havens) won the bronze medal in the 2021 Readersā Favorite Awards in the General Romance category.
Scattered Moments in Time won the gold medal in the 2020 Readersā Favorite Awards in the Fiction Anthology category.
The Road to Solace won the silver medal in the 2017 Readers’ Favorite Awards in the Contemporary Romance category.
Samantha has over thirty-five books published throughout several different series as well as a few standalone novels. A full list can be found on her website – www.samanthacoleauthor.com.
