My Porsche bounced through the ruts that littered the long drive to the main house of the Kisment Ranch. The bluebells and wildflowers opened their blooms in the early morning sun. A slight breeze ruffled the long grass along either side of the drive. In a neighboring pasture, a herd of horses swatted at flies as they grazed along the ridge to catch the morning breeze. Steering around a large pothole, I gritted my teeth as the car groaned and shuddered on the rough path. Finally, the car rolled into the front yard of the ranch house. A couple of stock trailers were hooked up to ranch trucks. Horses stood saddled and waiting to be loaded into the trailers. Cowboys hustled about, gathering supplies, and shouting to each other. The car coasted to a stop next to Kaleb’s truck. I unfolded mysel
