She thought of all the losses in her life, Cole included, for she had no idea when he might return—or if. Now her uncle’s funeral loomed and nothing seemed right. It was hard to remember those who’d gone before her. When she’d been a little girl and her grandparents had died, she had felt the loss deeply, but nothing compared to the loss of her father, sisters, and mother. She couldn’t even be sure Trenton, her oldest brother, was still alive. She hadn’t heard from him in a long, long while. Dianne had ridden Dolly to the top of the hill overlooking the main part of the ranch. There were two large barns, a small cabin used for supplies, several lean-tos, a blacksmith shop and cabin for Malachi and Faith, the bunkhouse, multiple corrals and pens, the old cabin home, and the partially finished dream house Bram had started earlier in the year. “I’ll see to it that the house is finished, Uncle Bram. I know what it meant to you.” Dolly shifted, as if eager to get back to the other horses Dianne patted the buckskin mare.
