6
COLTON
I drove through every small town between the motel and Wolf Ranch looking for her car. Fortunately, the towns were small, so it was easy to canvas the streets before moving on. Unfortunately, I hadn’t found her. I had no choice but to go to the ranch. For now.
I hadn’t been back in almost two years, and as I pulled up in front of the main house, I noticed what had changed. Not f*****g much. The house had a fresh coat of paint. White flowers instead of red were in the beds below the porch. In the distance, I saw the fencing around the corral had been replaced.
I climbed from the truck, slung my bag over my shoulder. It felt good to be home, to be standing on the hard-packed ground I knew so well. The sense of belonging, the familiarity was in my DNA. My wolf was happy to be her
