Epilogue
One year later *Faith* I sit on the porch swing beside my father, looking on tenderly as he cradles my one-month-old son, Jackson. It isn’t the first time he has done so, but it always fills me with an abundance of happiness to see the joy and pride reflected in his face. He has turned the management of the ranch entirely over to me and Cooper, who is standing with his backside pressed against the porch railing, his arms folded over his chest, one foot crossed in front of the other. Although I know he isn’t nearly as relaxed as he appears. I also know we make a great team with him handling the cattle while I have renewed my interest in oil. I believe with all my heart that before too long we will find a gusher or two. But even if we don’t, I take comfort in knowing my father’s faith in
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