Despite being on the ranch for a week, Brock had never seen the area behind the western corral where the ceremony was due to take place.
Emerging from behind a large honeysuckle, Brock paused in his tracks. “Wow,” he said softly, awed at the sight in front of him.
About ten yards ahead of them lay a T shaped pathway formed from grey slate tiles. Chairs were arranged either side of the long part of the T. A wooden table stood at the junction of the T. Above and behind the table were a series of pairs of wooden poles, each pair meeting at the top to form an inverted V. each pair of poles were taller than the pair behind, and every pole was covered in white flowers. The overall effect reminded Brock of the frame of a tepee.
“You okay?” JJ asked.
Brock swallowed then nodded.
“We’re to wai
