Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty Four: — THE SUN SLICED through the cracks in the boards along the east wall of the barn, waking Dakota. She groaned. She’d fallen asleep without making it back to the house and her bed, again. What an i***t. Last night Dakota told herself she’d only work an hour. Just until the neighbor brought back her pickup. But he hadn’t returned in an hour and the gentle rain must have lulled her to sleep. She’d dreamed of houses. The kind she would design one day. Beautiful homes that blended in with the canyons scattered about this part of the country. Her father died young, trying to farm rocky, uneven terrain, but her goal for the land was different. She dreamed of someday building a secluded community near Indigo Lake. A place for people who worked from their homes or were reti
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