Chapter 7: Wolf Ridge Ranch
I returned to Wolf Ridge Ranch following my dinner date with Cissy and the twins. Exhaustion came over me, but I wasn’t about to slip into sheets and a bed upon entering my three-bedroom abode. Work called for me, which I knew would keep me up half the night. A strong coffee was needed—not a whiskey on the rocks, a light ale, or a gin and tonic, although the desire for each had never left my mind or taste buds—and a few piano concertos, which were both medicinal for me to accomplish the task I had at hand.
Wolf Ridge Ranch consisted of seven hundred and twenty acres of flat land, no cattle, an empty barn, a one hundred and thirty-foot high silo, and numerous mockingbirds that I sometimes called pets. A narrow brook ran along the west side of the property, whic
