“Barn might not be so bad after all, would it?” Linus teased. He put his hands on his hips and observed the space proudly. “Place was a shell when we first found Grammy. Not so much as a chicken on the grounds. When her husband was alive, he kept the property running smooth. But since he passed, Grammy hasn’t been able to keep anything alive on her own. Took us all fall to get this place to where it is now.”
Violet stepped further in, admiring their handiwork. “It’s mighty fine, Linus. Mighty fine.” She paused at the horse stables and looked on. Sweetpea was busy rubbing her hind quarters against the side of her stall, and Huī was already getting some well-deserved shuteye. Violet’s smile faded as she ran her fingers down Huī’s course, black mane. Her heart ached. “Maple…They told me they
