In the back of my mind, I thought of Tyler, and hoped he was well. I wanted him to come back to me, but I knew it would have to be of his own free will. We would make a great team, the two of us. Both strong men, with a love of the land, and each other.
Those thoughts kept me going through blisters, a sore back, and broken equipment. Winter was harsh and lonely, but I used the time to study up on growing techniques so I’d be ready. I was determined to have something to offer Tyler when he came home. That was the point of all this. To offer him a home and love. Enough love to heal his broken heart and make up for the loss, hell, the murder, of his family, and a life spent afraid and alone.