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Chapter 4
Chapter Four Blake swallowed hard and double-checked the roll of plans he carried as he stepped across worn slats comprising the front porch. He’d ridden over across Steele Creek instead of driving. It was faster, and somehow felt friendlier. Family feuding had taken precedent over neighborliness, and maybe it was time that stopped. He rapped twice on the front door and waited. Looking out across the porch, he was surprised to see the edge of the Sinclaire homestead through the trees, just on the other side of the river. After all the generations of misunderstandings, his heart twisted a little at how close the families must have been at the beginning. He rapped again, this time hearing a muffled voice and accompanying footsteps. The door opened and a gaunt figure with vivid blue eyes s
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