Big dreams for the ol’ Bar E, Ty’s father often joked. And why not? The small ranch had been in their family for four generations, and what could they bring to that legacy if they didn’t try to better it?
Shannon, without needing to be told where to find them, fetched the grooming supplies while Ty measured out a ration of oats for Holly, a treat for her hard work today. They talked while they worked, and he was careful to steer their conversation away from troubling topics. Once again, it didn’t take long for Shannon to set her worries aside. He’d always admired that about her—her ability to focus on the here and now without letting less pleasant things get in the way. The shadow lingered longer in her eyes, but eventually, it too vanished. A well timed joke about the time they went out
