Page 330 of Rangers Last Promise

“It was my card.”

Everyone laughs.

Even me.

Especially me.

Grant would have laughed too.

Maybe somewhere, he is.

Ace lifts his glass again.

“Rangers never leave Rangers behind.”

We drink.

For fifteen years, Grant’s empty place has felt like a wound.

Tonight, it still hurts.

It always will.

But now his place is surrounded by the people who loved him.

He isn’t forgotten.

He isn’t buried beneath a lie.

He came home.

Mara leans her head against my shoulder.

“You’re staying in Eagle River.”

It isn’t a question.

“Yes.”

“What about Fort Worth?”

“I already called the hospital.”

Her head lifts.

“When?”

“While you were arguing with the pharmacist about my medication.”

“I wasn’t arguing.”

“You threatened to report him.”

“He tried to give you the wrong dosage.”

“It was corrected.”

“Because I argued.”