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When Megan stepped outside the cabin she stopped and stared in wide-eyed wonder sky while orange and yellow lit the horizon With the fence silhouetted against the sky, it re This was nature, pure and sied and bits of blue sky peeped through, proht still haunted her but in a good way This hten her or co or he needs an did not understand her ability to know this, so she chalked it up to the Circle M "Anything is possible around here, even for me to understand the bizarre and unexplainable" As et to work before the boss rabbed her attention "There he is Ti this new situation As she mucked the stalls, the door flew open She turned, pitchfork still in hand and saw the ht "Who are you?" she sta Everything beca her breath, she inched forward, but with herthis ain he vanished, leaving no trace as to his whereabouts "In his eyes I saw so familiar, as if we have met before How is that possible? He would have spoken if we knew each other, wouldn't he?"

The shi cottonwood leaves captured her attention "You hold stories of those who lived here before, and you are now collecting our stories Do you know this man's identity?" It blew harder and then stopped "Like everything else around here, you're going to , she returned to work

In pitching straw andthe stalls, sweat poured from her body Tendrils of chestnut-colored hair fell from her braid and stuck to her face and neck With the last stall cleaned, Megan planted the pitchfork and leaned against it Her heart beat rapidly but the knots were undone

Suddenly her body froze A weighted stare bore a hole through her ht This was a ain

"If I don't turn around, he'll leave," she thought Moerated sigh, she turned and saw a sharp looking aze upon her oval face His charh his black eyes, which still heldto be captured by his eyes and taken prisoner again