A month later, Mac was back on his feet. He walked through his old hometown, not as a hermit, but with Annie on his arm.
The gossips were still there, of course. Their heads turned so fast it was a wonder they didn’t get whiplash. But Mac didn’t care about the whispers anymore.
He had his wife back, and he had a son who was a hero in his own right. The town could say whatever it wanted.
They didn’t need a big ceremony or a new wedding. As it turned out, Annie had never filed the final divorce papers either. She said she always had a feeling he’d come to his senses eventually.
They moved back into the old family house, and Kyle came up every weekend. Mac retired from the ranger service to open a small woodworking shop.
The past was a dark shadow, but the future was bright. And for the first time in twenty years, John Miller was finally home.
