Lots of space. Slade envisioned a stage at one end with the pulpit and old wooden pews lining an aisle as Garrett and Jenna, Lane and Natalie, and Wyatt and Star walked around the space. Excited chatter echoed through the emptiness dotted with a few hay bales. Their first stop on the potential-cowboy-church tour had been a warehouse. Plenty of space, but a lot of work. And not the best location. The second stop had a better location, but the barn had seen better days and would need a lot of work just to keep it standing. But stop number three was perfect. Great location and solid structure. And even though Slade wouldn’t be staying to pastor the church, his veins zinged at the potential this place had. “What do you think?” Garrett scanned the ceiling. “Maybe we could buy the old barn we saw, tear it down and line the inside of this one with the wood. Maybe even have pews built from barn wood.” “That could get pricey. How much are you willing to sink into this project?” “However much it takes.”
