A/N: IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ BELOW.

Here is my new story. It's a rewrite. I've made a many of changes. I plan to add more with what is happening with the cattle rustlers. I decided to have their father alive, because I want to Edward to squirm a little bit more. You will find out this time around how Bella met James. Maybe even a taste of what is going through his mind. Also, I want to add some on what her brothers thoughts are on how Bella and Edward seem to be acting around each other.

The chapters are going to be longer and hopefully better. Anyways, this seemed like a good idea to do over my story with the Twilight characters. There was a complaint before so that is the reason for the do over. I have to thank them for that because now I can instill new ideas with my story. I have changed places with Riley and Jacob. Hope that doesn't disappoint anyone.

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Bella eyes had fluttered open upon awaking to the sounds of Charlie going through his morning routines at five-thirty in the morning. 'Man, wish I could sleep in,' she thought. She climbed out of bed and walked down to the warm kitchen to find Charlie drinking some black coffee, reading the newspaper.

"Morning," She said groggily, opening the cabinet and grabbing a plate. Layering gravy over warm buttermilk biscuits.

"Hey, Bells."

"Are Jasper and Emmett up, yet?"

"Those two got up an hour ago. I think. Why?"

"Just wondering."

"So what has you up so early?" Bella shrugged. "Well, since you're already up. I'm going to need some help setting things up for the afternoon picnic. Jenks said he'd be here around six to drop off some picnic tables. I believe Mary Sue will be here around eight to help with the cooking. Can I count on ya?"

"Sure, no problem."

"So, when is that man of yours going to show up?"

"Some time today."

Charlie sighed. "I wish you would think better on this marriage thing. I just want what is best for my baby girl."

"I know daddy. James is a good man. He's just been…really busy lately." She said, taking a seat. Charlie's expression had softened, almost as if he'd understood. "Please be nice to him." Bella said firmly.

"Well, I'll do my best. I trust you to do what is right for you. But if you change your mind. I'll support you every step of the way." Charlie said.

"Well, I'm gonna get going. Have lots to do."

"Okay." Bella sat back, finishing off her breakfast.

Bella Swan had been staying here for the last three weeks at the family ranch, helping to get everything set up and ready for the once a year July Fourth celebration. It was something the whole family had been putting on for years now. Some thing her mother had once prided herself on celebrating. It was their family tradition of sort. Folks from all around looked forward to this event.

Bella jumped, as she was startled at the sound of a loud discharge. She tilted her head back, her gaze going to the outburst of beautiful colors that flared against the darkened night sky, and then drizzled slowly down in shimmering streamers to the amusement of the spectators. The fireworks demonstration hosted by her family was almost over. She wished her mother were here. She was missed her more with each passing year. Dad was never the same after mom passed away. Twelve years. And the pain was still there. Of course the pain had lessened over time but it never really went away.

Friends and neighbors would soon leave Swan ranch, heading back to their cozy homes, exhausted after the three days of festivities. She couldn't wait for them to go. July the fourth. For some reason that day had always bugged her in some small way. Not fully sure why.

She should be happier. Ecstatic, really. People came from miles to see this. Maybe it's because her mother passed away July 9. Bella had only been twelve at the time. If only they had known, it would be their last fourth with her.

Standing apart from the crowd, she leaned against the kitchen door and stared down at the sparking diamond ring on her finger. Why was she feeling depressed? This should be a happy moment in her life. She was engaged to be married in four months for goodness' sakes. She'd long ago chosen a white dress and started making plans for a late-fall wedding when West Texas wasn't so horribly blistering hot.

Her best friends from college were here, having traveled thousands of miles to join her in celebrating her engagement. Only two weeks ago, she'd called each of them herself, and practically begged them to come. A day later the despondency had taken hold and didn't seem to want to let go. And she'd nearly called them back to cancel the invite. But she hadn't. She was acting like a scaredy-cat. And now wondered if subconsciously she wished they'd come to talk her out of getting married.

Another eruption of purple and yellow lit up the sky, and she peered into the multitude of people, focusing in the direction where she'd last seen James talking to Riley Biers, owner of the Red Rock Ranch. Known by most as the Triple R. One thing about her fiancé, she thought wryly, he had quite dexterity for pinpointing on the wealthy and powerful.

Damn him for missing most of the weekend. He knew how important it was to her that he meets her friends, but he'd skipped the barbecue and danced yesterday, saying something about a business deal he had to take care of. Then missed the rodeo and picnic this afternoon, finally showing up an hour ago. Since then he'd spent his time working the crowd like a seasoned political figure. Was that her appeal, she thought uneasily, her family name and community standing?

It was nerves making her short-tempered with him. That's all. Over a three hundred and fifty people had shown up this weekend, requiring an enormous amount of preparation to make sure there was enough food, drinks and entertainment. After the cleanup was through, and she had a couple nights of good sleep, she'd be back to normal. At least she hoped that's how she'd feel. Happy again that she was marrying a good man. One she would always be able to count on. One who understood her and loved her. She could continue planning her wedding without all distractions, which would surely lift her spirits. What woman didn't love planning their own wedding?

Feeling a bit unsettle, she wrapped her arms around her middle. She'd stand here for another minute, then she'd go find James. So far he'd meet Jessica, but not her other two friends. They were both off somewhere with her brothers. Man, she hadn't seen that coming. She knew Emmett had been speaking to Rosalie for awhile now but she hadn't thought it was anything serious.

A breathtaking array of blue and gold blossomed in the sky, quickly followed by a rapid succession of sweltering lights in brilliant colors, which meant the show was building to the finale. Bella smiled at the enthusiastic

murmurs of the crowd, content that the weekend had been a success. Near where the children's pony and hay rides were set up, silvery white sparklers bobbed in the dark, and she briefly considered turning on the driveway floodlights for anyone wishing to get a head start on exiting crowd, or was it a tad too soon? All this thinking was starting to give her a headache.

She turned toward the group of assembly line of trucks and cars, and thought she saw the shadowy profile of a person coming down the long driveway. Odd that someone would be arriving only now. Squinting, she waited for the next rupture of light. Her breath cut off. The man almost looked like…

No, it couldn't be Edward Cullen. It just couldn't be…Why was he here? After all this time? One would think she'd never gotten over her teenage crush. But this man's shoulders were broad like Edward's, and he was tall and narrow hipped, his hair was shaggier and dark penny colored. He even walked with that slight overconfident gait.

But Edward wasn't even in the country, as far as she knew. Goodness, he hadn't been back to West Texas, much less Cross Roads, in eight years.

As the man got closer, her insides started to fluttered, and she straightened. Planting her hands on her hips.

No way on Earth could that be Edward. Of course, her mind couldn't deny what her heart already knew. By God, that hot looking man was sex on a stick.

A/N: So what do you think? Better, worse? Made no diffference? Please ,let me know what you think. To all who the reviewed this before it was pulled and rewrittened, I'm sorry. I hope you reread and review again. Every review good or bad mean alot to me.