His lady
*Chase* I am not a man prone to doubts, but this evening as Callie rides beside me back toward the ranch, doubts plague me. Her lips are curved into a soft smile, her face serene as the moon guides us home. She seems happy and content, more so than I have ever seen her. Like a hopeful litany, her words echo through my mind: I was a fool to fear you. A warm breeze blows gently over the land, and in the distance, I can hear the constant clatter of my newest windmill. I hold my silence until the windmill comes into view, a dark silhouette against the prairie sky. “I want to show you something,” I say quietly, hoping none of my actions tonight will put the fear back into her eyes. She glances over at me. “What do you want to show me?” I bring my horse to a halt beneath the windmill. She
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