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“That’s all for now. I’ll be in touch.”

Before I got a chance to respond, the phone line went dead. I pulled the cell away from my ear and stared at the screen a moment before tossing it back in my briefcase.

I loved my father. Very much. But man, oh man did he make my blood boil on occasion. Turning the key in the ignition, I checked the side mirror before pulling out once more.

I knew that Warmington Run was back along this road; I’d passed it on the way to Sanderson Ranch earlier. I kept my pace slow, not wanting to risk any damage to the car I was borrowing.

A few minutes later, I could see the large sign, hanging beneath a timber frame built from old trees. The property name, carved into a large slab of timber, appeared motionless. A few black and white cows littered the land that I could see, but other than that, there was nothing very remarkable about the whole thing.

The land didn’t appear as pretty as Larsen or Sanderson Ranch either. There was a lack of large established trees scattered along the fence line or a dirt drive leading from the road. I couldn’t see the house from where I was either. I would have to look at the paperwork before I visited with the owners.

I kept on the road, heading back towards town. I wanted to check out a few things before heading back to the Larsen family. I needed to see just what this town had to offer. Including what I was hoping for most. A decent coffee shop.

The radio was turned down low as I drove into town. Some male country crooner with an amazing voice singing about the moon hiding, thunder and lightning and being hit by a hurricane. It was catchy, so I turned the volume up a little more and began tapping my knee in time with the beat while humming along with the tune.