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Later that evening, as they sat on the porch watching the stars come out, Ruby pulled out her sketchpad. “I’ve been working on some logo designs,” she said, flipping to a page filled with sketches. “What do you think about this one?”

Becket leaned in, examining the playful design of a grinning goat wearing a chef’s hat. “It’s perfect,” he said, his voice filled with admiration. “Captures the spirit of the place, that’s for sure.”

Ruby beamed, already reaching for her laptop. “Great! I’ll finalize it and start working on the website and some ad concepts.”

As Ruby dove into her design work, Becket marveled at how seamlessly their skills complemented each other. His practical farming knowledge and her business and creative expertise were proving to be a powerful combination.

“You know,” he said, taking her hand in his, “I think we might just make this crazy dream work.”

Ruby squeezed his hand, her eyes shining with love and determination. “I know we will. Together, we can handle anything—even a herd of goats and a town full of eager taste-testers.”

As if in agreement, a chorus of bleats rose from the barn. Their journey was just beginning, but with love, hard work, and a touch of goat-inspired mischief, Becket knew that Goat Town Creamery was bound for success.

He thought back to that first day he met Ruby. She was determined to sell the place and leave it all behind. She hadn’t planned to stay, just wanted to clean up the yard, put it on the market, and be done with it. But a storm, and a bunch of goats, had other plans. Now, she was as much a part of this land as the goats or the pine trees. And as forhimself, Becket had found a home and a purpose he’d never dreamed possible.

Spring had brought new life to the yard, but more than that, it had brought the promise of a future filled with love, laughter, plenty of goat cheese, and a community that was like family. And Becket wouldn’t have it any other way.

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