The Guardian of Echo Canyon - An Interlude
Sometimes, the best way to support someone is by standing beside them.
The evening stretched long over the hills of Echo Canyon, the sky painted in dusky oranges and deep, rich purple. A warm breeze carried the scent of mesquite and sun-warmed earth, rustling through the dry grass as Ben worked in quiet rhythm. He knelt near the fence line of his upper ranch, hands steady as he twisted new wire into place, reinforcing the …