Several neat piles of birch limbs lay to the side of the kindling. Those limbs look more like switches and you wonder if someone placed them there for a use other than starting a fire in a stove. Two old saw horses are stored near the back of the room. Off in the distance you hear the scream of a bob cat, a cold chill runs through you. A simple wooden arch frames the long road leading to the ranch.
Green hills roll down to the creek flowing by the barn.
Two dozen horses wait in the big shady corral. Cattle graze all around and watch as you ride up to the low stone house. A black lab greets you on the porch as you walk toward the big oak door. Inside, hand hewn beams project from the massive stone fireplace. The smell of coffee and cooking fills the air.