Chapter 19 - WHAT THE LAND REMEMBEREDWinter came quietly.
The ranch survived another season.
Cattle moved across the pasture.
The fences held.
The old house remained standing.
Clifford's hip still hurt when storms approached.
The scar on his lip remained.
But neither bothered him anymore.
They were reminders.
Not wounds.
One morning, Avery walked with him along the southern pasture.
"This is where Alan wanted to build houses."
Clifford looked across the land.
"He wanted to turn all this into money."
Avery shook her head.
"How could someone look at this and only see money?"
Clifford smiled.
"Some people see land."
He looked at her.
"Some people see home."
Avery looked toward the horizon.
"And some people see opportunity."
"That's not always bad."
"No."
She smiled.
"But you have to decide what the opportunity is for."
Clifford nodded.
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The ranch had survived a thief.
But more importantly, it had found its next guardian.
