It took me a year to figure things out. After three months in the mountains, at the beginning of fall, I sent an email to my superiors with my resignation letter attached. I made a brief trip into town, put my condo up for sale and took care of all the necessities of moving my life up north.
I offered my services on a consultant basis for Englemann from time to time. I had no need to work, after all, not with my inheritance. Instead, I focused on getting the land ready for growing again. It had been years since I’d tilled fields and done the hard labor of farm life, but it felt good.
In the back of my mind, I thought of Tyler, and hoped he was well. I wanted him to come back to me, but I knew it would have to be of his own free will. We would make a great team, the two of us. Both strong
