May hummed as she moved from the island in the cabin to the stove and dropped a handful of onions in the melted butter. She picked up the wooden spoon and stirred them around and turned back to the cutting board to get the garlic.
Though it was still spring, it wasn’t really soup weather. Didn’t matter. Today called for Kurt’s favorite meal, and May was going to give it to him. Since they’d gotten married three months ago, May had adapted to life on the ranch quite well, in her opinion.
She knew all the men’s names now, and they greeted her with kindness whenever she went out on the ranch. She’d learned all the names of the horses and dogs that hung around too, and there were more of them than people. She liked spending Sunday lunches with Dwayne and Felicity, and when she needed a momen
