Austin
The red trail billows behind us as we arrive at the ranch house, tires grinding on gravel. Sage and sun-baked earth permeate the air through open windows.
"Home sweet home," I announce to Declan and Emberlynn.
Declan snorts. "If you're into the whole rustic, middle-of-nowhere vibe."
I catch his eye in the rearview mirror. "Watch it, city slicker. This is prime Wyoming real estate you're disrespecting."
"Hey, I'm not knocking it," Declan says, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Just wondering how I'll survive without my daily artisanal coffee fix."
Emberlynn rolls her eyes. "Oh please, Mr. Tech Mogul. Weren't you the one waxing poetic about 'getting back to basics' and 'finding inspiration in simplicity'?"
"That was before I realized 'basics' meant no Wi-Fi," Declan grumble
