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  “That’s a cute house too,” Millie said, hanging out the window she had opened. Clearly she didn’t mind that he was “an evil man.”

  “It is,” Noah agreed. “It’s part of the T Bar C. The ranch foreman used to live there.” Noah adjusted his hat, dropping his hands on his hips as his mind shifted back to times he had tried to erase from his memory. Long days and nights working until he could barely stand. Fencing, building sheds, herding cows, baling hay and stacking bales. There was always work to do.

  He remembered one evening he had been baling in a field just past this house. The tractor broke down at the far end of the field. Terrified of what his father would say, he stayed with the tractor. Then Doug and Julie had come home early from their outing. They brought him supper, and while he ate, Doug repaired the tractor. Then he sent Noah home and finished the baling himself. His father, however, was furious that he had made Doug work on his day off.

  “Why doesn’t the foreman live there now?”

  “My mother doesn’t need a ranch foreman,” he said as he got back into the truck.

  “Why not?”

  “The ranch doesn’t have as many cows as it used to.” He wished his mother would sell them. She had to hire someone to feed the cows and the horses that she wouldn’t sell either.

  Noah suspected it was a way of recognizing the hard work his father had done to make up for the way Noah’s grandfather ran the T Bar C into the ground with his poor management. Though his father had struggled to bring it back to its former glory, low commodity prices had made it almost impossible. He worked like a dog and made sure Noah did as well. He’d died from a heart attack when he was feeding the cows. Noah often felt that the hard work, stress and his father’s personality had combined to cause his death.

  Shauntelle came back and got into the truck, giving him a tight nod. “Thanks.”

  “So you’re okay with stopping to see my mom?” Noah asked.

  “I can hardly complain,” Shauntelle said with a note of asperity.

  He sensed it was difficult for her to spend time with him, but she had no choice.

  They drove just half a kilometer back down the road and under the imposing gate of the T Bar C.

  “That’s an awesome gate,” Millie said, craning her head to get a better look.

  “It should be,” Noah said. “I helped build it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep. Took me and my dad two days and a lot of stress to get it up.”

  He stopped as he heard the bitter note that entered his voice. Too well, he remembered being perched on the top of the upright, reaching for the cross beam his father was raising with the tractor. The near miss as the beam swayed and almost knocked him off. The anger his father spewed at him even though it wasn’t his fault.

  No, the T Bar C held no memories he wanted to nurture.

  They drove down the winding drive lined with elm trees his great-grandmother had planted in a fit of optimism. To everyone’s surprise, they flourished and now created a canopy of shifting shadows that teased the sunshine filtering through.

  “Wow. This is beautiful,” the girls breathed.

  Then they turned a corner, and the log ranch house came into view.

  It was perched on a hill with a small creek flowing in front of it. A wooden bridge arched over it. Flower beds, in various states of neglect, stair-stepped up the side of the hill toward the imposing log house.

  “That’s the coolest house ever,” Margaret breathed, unbuckling and leaning over the seat.

  “Did you build it?” Millie asked.

  “No. My grandfather did. He was a carpenter as well as a rancher.” Noah shot a sidelong glance at Shauntelle to gauge her reaction. Though she had lived here most of her life, she had never been on the ranch, to his knowledge.

  Her eyes were wide and her mouth formed an O of surprise. Then, as quickly as that came, her features shuttered and her lips pressed together.

  He guessed she was comparing his place with her parents’, a place he had seen from time to time.

  And though his parents’ financial circumstances had nothing to do with him, he couldn’t get rid of a sense of shame.

  And even worse, guilt.

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