“We’re home,” Daisy muttered under her breath.
The remark was clearly intended for her own ears, but Hunter had overheard her words and glanced her way. She took out her wand, and with a simple flick she illuminated a long, dirt path of gas lamps that hung from wooden posts into the ranch. A small smile on her lips revealed the nostalgia she had for this place.
She proceeded to walk forward and led the group under a simple, wooden arch. A sign hung from an iron chain from the top beam that had the words “Jack Ranch” branded in black across the face.
The moon was only a slight crescent sliver, but the stars speckled the sky brightly above them. A group of small, modest structures appeared up ahead, each with a full-length porch and wooden overhang. The buildings reminded Hunter of an o
