You stepped out onto the back porch, the early afternoon breeze hitting your face just right. In the distance, on the other end of the pasture, you saw your wife, Edin, and Sheppard dog, Wooly, accompanying the sheep as they grazed. You waved to her, and she gave a small wave back. She was never a very expressive woman, usually maintaining a stoic, neutral demeanor. But that didn’t mean she was emotionless. You loved her, and you knew she loved you. Otherwise she wouldn’t have proposed to you. She just had difficulty expressing her emotions sometimes.

You would usually wake up early, make breakfast, then go out fishing and crabbing it the bay that was practically in your front yard, only about fifty yards from your house, which was constructed on the inside of a hill. You’d come back about noon and tend to the crops while she tended to the animals with the ranch hands. By about five in the afternoon, you’d both be finished your duties and would be able to spent some time together, which you both always looked forward to, although she’d never admit to that.

You missed her quite a bit, though, more than usual, so you decided to go and accompany her.