Sundays at Riverstone were rarely peaceful affairs, and that day was no exception as friends and family congregated for lunch cooked by Teddy. It was nothing out of the ordinary; weekends often meant the ranch was flooded with guests, but on this occasion, there was a brand new face at the table.
James Pendleton giggled in his father’s arms as the fall breeze ruffled through his baby soft curls. Only a few months old, it was his first visit to Chestnut Ridge to meet his extended family, and he’d spent the afternoon being passed around, snuggled, and cooed over by everyone.











