when she could easily have handed the job over to one of their day laborers. It was love. Love for the land and every building on it. From the sheds to the main house. Paige grew up here. She crawled on the grass in the front yard. Toddled by her mother’s side as she gathered the morning eggs. Learned to ride like the wind, her sturdy pre-teen legs gripping the sides of her horse — no saddle needed. This was Paige’s home. If sometimes she yearned to know what was beyond the gently rolling fields, Paige shrugged off those feelings. In college, she had a small taste of something different. It was heady. Exciting. A world of endless possibilities. If her mother hadn’t gotten sick, who knew? Part of her always assumed she would end up back here. After . A few years of adventure before she had any serious obligations to anchor her in one place. Unknown places. Exotic. Heady. New. She had wanted to see them as only a young woman could. Unfettered by anything but the desire to taste a culture far different from her own. That changed the day her father called with the news that her mother wouldn’t see another year. In that instant, Paige left behind the girlish dreams and took on the mantle of an adult. It wasn’t just her mother who needed her to be strong. Her father was lost without his Erin. Forgoing a few years of travel was a small price to pay. There was still time for that. Nowhere was it written that she couldn’t take time away from the ranch to see those far off places that littered her dreams. Someday , she promised herself. They walked in silence. It wasn’t awkward. Neither felt the need to reach for unnecessary words. Nate was content to take it all in. Paige enjoyed the company. Which surprised her. One of the best things about her life was the time she had to simply think. They were grand thoughts or troubling ones. Usually, she went over the endless list of things that needed doing. Fix the fence in the south pasture. Order feed. Replace the valves in her old truck. What she did every day didn’t shake the world. But it did keep her firmly on its axis. “Do you love it here?” An interesting question. But then, Nate was turning out to be an interesting man. “When I went away to college, my new friends would ask how I could stand growing up in the middle of nowhere?” “What was your answer?” “I usually smiled and didn’t say much. How can you explain Montana to someone who has never been here?” Nate understood what she meant. Traveling extensively had taught him many things. One of the most important was that no two places were alike. A person growing up in a rural environment might think the city was the city. They would be wrong. New York was no more like Paris than Montana was like Nebraska. Make a list. The differences would soon start to outweigh the similarities. Bright lights and traffic. A blanket of stars and uninterrupted fields. It was what the eye didn’t see. The people. How they spoke. Thought. Lived their daily lives. Until you walked on Montana soil, you could never understand. Mountains to one side of the Double C and wide-open rolling fields on the other. The main house was painted a welcoming blue and white. Three stories. Not a box, though close, the sloping roof prevented it from resembling a large Christmas present without the bow. It was large and welcoming with room for a family to grow. Paige was an only child. Nate wondered if that was by design or because Chuck and his wife weren’t blessed with other children. A ranch this size. Two people with plenty of love to share. When he factored all that in, Nate had his answer. “I can’t imagine growing up without my brothers. An only child. Way out here. It must have been lonely.” “I had Lottie. Though there were weeks during the winter when we only spoke on the phone.” Paige stopped by the main corral. Two horses came over to nudge at her