Seven
After almost two weeks mostly alone in the allotment cabin, the Fourth of July potluck and barbecue hosted by the Bedspread Inn was a welcome change of pace. Jeremiah sat on the bench of one of the two dozen picnic tables with his back to the table’s top and watched the festivities. Almost everyone who called Northstar home was here along with several dozen other people from Devyn and other nearby ranching towns. Now that the heat of the day had broken at last as the sun slipped closer to the western hills, people were beginning to congregate around the small stage that had been set up for the live band. Beside him, Heather sipped her Jack and Coke with a faint smile of contentment dancing about her features.
She’d spent a lot more time with him up at the cabin than he’d expected;
