“Wow,” Mark said. He opened the screen door and stepped outside into the warm summer air. For as far as he could see there were only fields of wheat and corn. Except for the lazily spinning wind turbines, he could have been in another century.
“What a great place to work,” he said, leaning with his elbows propped against the rail. “I could sit out here in summer and write and watch the thunderstorms roll in. I can't even imagine how beautiful it would be in winter, during a blizzard. Is all this land yours?” he asked.
The older woman nodded and joined him. “Dad would have crawled out of his grave and killed me if I even thought about selling. But when he died there was no question about me trying to run the place myself. I grew up a farmer's daughter. But once my brother Teddy left for T
