Chapter 276 Trust Me III

Summer in England was always such a delightful experience. Ever since she was a child in Kansas, Sandra was under the impression the sun had forgotten to shine on the British Isles. It was a mistaken notion she was happy to overcome, and this was one of those days that left her feeling content with the discovery.

The late afternoon sun caressed the petals of the Tudor Roses that lined the front walk, and a gentle breeze danced among the long stems of wildflowers, like unseen fairies bobbing and fluttering across each colorful pistil. In the distance, the sound of Max’s barking could be heard as he ran amid the legs of hefty cattle, causing them to grunt their discontentment with the brown shepherd’s interference. Sandra listened as Creighton shouted and whistled to the herd from the top of his black stallion. He and three stable hands moved around the beasts in an orchestrated dance that easily steered them back into the corral where they would spend the night.

Sandra sat on the fron