NIGHT FELL ON THE LITTLE cabin, and Lizzie found herself being grateful that it was almost time to escape to her room for the evening.
They’d covered quite a bit of the farm’s valley floor while the sun was out. Lizzie had been amazed at the view – two steep peaks covered in evergreens and snow on either side of the twenty-acre wide property, and at the back, a third peak further off that was nestled deep within the Daniel Boone National Forest’s designated borders.
Birdsong filled the crisp morning air, and they saw several male cardinals as they walked, the birds’ bright red plumage highlighted brilliantly against the powdery backdrop. A tiny stream gurgled past them down the east side of the farm, and from what Lizzie could tell it ran the full length of the property, disappearing in
