The red-washed barn, three-floor house with its outbuildings, Cabella Hall, and sky-reaching silo rose in the distance. Glock Ranch was just as I had left it a few days before. Nothing had changed. It looked quiet and at peace. Its surrounding fields were stunning in the late afternoon sun, and they sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. I slowly drove down the rocky drive and realized that it felt good to be home again, back at Glock Ranch at Gray’s side, willing to blend with the cowboy again, happily. 26: The Indulgence of Cowboys
Glock Ranch
Barn/Studio
8:02 P.M.
Gray wasn’t at the ranch. Something told me he was working late at the office, finishing up his recipe and fine-tuning the production line for his new hot sauce, as he’d set himself a strict deadline. After searching for him in the house and coming up empty-handed, I made my way to my studio.