บท 88: Chapter 34

Killian shaded his eyes and looked up at the Kansas sun casting its warm rays down on the pastures and the ranch buildings. Everything was bathed in gold, a symbol, he thought, of his life now. The soft breeze carried the sweet smell of hay and grass and the familiar aroma of horseflesh. When he let his gaze roam over the ranch house, the barns, and the other outbuildings, he had to pinch himself to believe it was really all his. The dream he'd always believed too far beyond his reach was actually a reality.