Bull cradled the baby partway upright, turning his face toward the yard beyond the porch. “Take a look around, son,” he said. “Someday, you’ll be the big boss of this ranch. All this, and more, will be yours.”
“And more?” Susan looked up at him, frowning. “Good heavens, Bull, isn’t this enough?”
“Never,” Bull said. “I’m going to keep building this place till the day I die. It’s not just a family ranch we’re creating here. It’s a dynasty.”
All true, Bull mused. But right now, on a soft summer evening with the sun gone down, supper on the stove, his woman by his side, and his firstborn son in his arms, it almost seemed like enough.