This is a love story.
In
a small ranching community in the west there lived a man, his wife and
four children. They were no different than their neighbors, they ran
cows, built fence and did their part to keep their little town alive.
The
children attended the local school. Students numbered less than a
hundred. But the remoteness of the area instilled a strong
interdependence among the ranchers, families and townies.
The
man and his wife lived in his folks' old house on the ranch. They
planned to remodel someday but the vagaries of the cattle business, the
demand for routine ranch improvements and the appetite of four teenagers
combined to prevent any real home improvements.
When
the youngest son began high school, the man dared to dream of the
future. One where his wife could quit her town job and he could spend
more time with her. For even after twenty years he never tired of her
company.
Cancer, the assassin, drew down and shot out the light of his life.
His grief was deep. The community put their arms around this proud man
and his family. They did what neighbors do. As the months passed, they
were always there. Watching after his children while loneliness ground
away at his broken heart. And watched over him, as well.
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