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In that moment, with her nestled between us, I know we’re building something worth fighting for. We might not have all the answers yet, but we have each other. For now, that’s more than enough.

Epilogue

BROCK

One Year Later

Between the hammering and Toby’s singing, I can’t tell what’s making the baby cry louder.

“Are you shitting me right now?” I snap at my brother. “Emerson is going to have your ass if you don’t get dressed!”

I reach for our daughter as he continues howling off-tune, but Toby clings possessively to our infant child as he twirls around the house, the banging outside reaching a fever pitch.

I throw up my hands in disgust. “Where is Owen?”

“I’m here!” Our other brother materializes from the back hallway.

Lucy continues to bawl, and suddenly, the hammering stops. “Well, that’s one good sign at least,” I say hopefully, hurrying toward the living room window.

Lucy’s sobs subside, and Toby’s horrific singing slows with it. To my utter relief, the workers outside the window pack up their trucks and begin to load.

“Oh, hallelujah! They’re done! They actually finished!” I say, feeling exasperated.

“Look at your silly Daddy,” Toby coos, dancing around the living room with the baby. “He’s so happy when things run according to schedule, isn’t he?”

“Toby…” I tell him warningly. “You have to get ready.”

“He’s just all schedules and formulas,” Toby tells our child, ignoring me.

Owen smirks. “Look how our little brother behaves when the boss isn’t here to keep him in line.”

I shrug nonchalantly. “That’s all right.” I head to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. “If he doesn’t make it on time, we’ll just do it without him. I’m sure Emmy won’t mind.”

Toby stiffens, abruptly handing Lucy to Owen before hurrying toward his room to change.

We both snicker in his absence.

“There is nothing he will not do for that woman,” I say.

"That's rich, coming from you," Owen quips as Lucy coos in his arms.

But Toby has really come a long way, and we are all so proud of what he’s accomplished.

His wild horse program finally took off six months ago.

After he and Emerson got enough community support and returned to the town council with real numbers and a solid plan, even the mayor couldn't say no.

The program has already rescued thirty-two horses, with seventeen successfully rehabilitated and placed with local ranchers.

The rest live on the protected fifty acres we secured through grants and donations.

It's become the pride of Pine Sky, with ranchers who initially scoffed now volunteering their time.

Nothing beats watching Toby with those horses.

I extend my arms to take our baby, and Owen hands her off to me.

“How does it look?” Owen asks.

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