that their dog and her puppies were loved. “Are you still going to do business with that Zander guy?” David asked her, leaning back in his seat and idly spinning his empty coffee cup. “Yeah. I don’t have anything against him now that I know he’s innocent. He’s not what I’m used to when I think of farmers, but he seems like a basically good guy. He’s probably going to end up being able to buy poor Mr. Samwell’s property for a lot less than its worth. I hate to say it, but I’m almost excited to see what sort of progress he can make. We don’t really have many modern farmers around here. They’re mostly older folk who resist change like the plague.” “I’m glad you’re excited,” David said, smiling. “It’s about time you had something to look forward to. To the future?” He raised his mug. “To the future,” she said with a broad smile, clinking her own mug against his. With some luck, they would be experiencing that future together.