Chapter 7
Belle rode out in front, Davenport plowing through the snow and making it easier for Julie to follow on Pinecone. Between the creak of saddle leather and the branches glistening with winter’s touch, Belle relaxed, finally feeling a sense of peace. All her doubts and worries slipped away and she lost herself in the moment, following the rhythmic motion of her mount. She even closed her eyes, trusting Davenport.
They rode along in silence for quite some time. Belle’s parents had inherited the farm from her maternal grandparents, who in turn had had the land handed down to them. The original house was long gone, burned up in a wildfire sparked by fireworks long before her birth. Back in the day, the three hundred acres proved to be a profitable farm, though her family was far from
