Chapter 92

NOAH

Noah trudged into the main house and toed off his boots just as his brother, Aaron, pulled up and parked his pickup. All of the Harding brothers knew to leave the space closest to the door for Aaron so he could carry his son, Levi, inside. Days started early on the ranch, and Levi was a sound sleeper for a three-year-old. No one saw a reason to wake the kid at five in the morning.

Dixie panted, wagging her tail and bouncing from side to side.

“Hey, girl.” Noah squatted to scratch the dog’s head. The border collie was a trained wrangler, and she sure helped out when it came to moving the herds.

Stepping from the light-blue dusk into the meeting room of his parents’ house, Noah hung his walnut-colored cowboy hat on the rack by the door. It was more of a dining hall, but they always discussed chores and family topics during meals when they were all together. The first floor of what they all called the main house was made up of one cavernous meeting room on one side with wooden walls