Chapter 4Spark loosened both saddles, slipped the bridles and hobbled the horses so they could nibble the last dry sprigs of the previous summer’s grass. He spread a tarp to insulate him and Lou from the damp ground. Then they sat down and dug into well-stuffed burritos washed down with coffee from a Thermos and chased with crisp apples and some fresh cookies made right in Dough Boy’s modern kitchen.
After they ate, Spark sat with his arms clasped around his knees and gazed across the vast expanse of land spread before them. “You could almost pretend it’s a hundred years ago. Ignore that jet trail and I bet the rest hasn’t changed too much. That’s what I love, why I’m here. Yeah, I could’ve gone to college and be in my dad’s company now with a fancy title makin’ big bucks, but a life like
