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He scrubbed absent-mindedly at the pans and reflected on how things had turned out.

That afternoon when they had pulled up in front of the broken-down ranch house, his hopes had been high.

Already some of the pain had gone from Amelia's death.

Not all of it.

There would still be plenty of moments of regret and sadness and guilty relief.

But they were starting a new life.

And they had almost everything they needed: land, a house, two whiteface bulls, three horses.