Luke Logan stepped out of his weathered barn. He raised his wool ranch hat with one hand while brushing his wayward hair into place with the other. He returned his hat and glanced up at the Oklahoma Territory sky as farmers were wont to do. Sun was shafting through the rolling clouds. A spring shower was trying to work up.
His gaze slid to his lovely wife of sixteen months. Ada. She was kneeling in her flower beds next to the back porch of their house. Her upswept hair shimmered all hues of red and gold.
He knew he should probably get back to his chores, but he was drawn to his wife just as much as ever. He went to her side and held out his hand.
“Looks like rain, darlin’,” he said.
“I’m just about finished,” Ada commented as she pulled the last couple of weeds.
She finally peered up at him and smiled. She removed her dirty gardening gloves before accepting his help to arise. Being in the final month of pregnancy, she was slower to her feet than normal. As she straightened her petite frame, she protectively placed her hands on her extended mid-section.
“The baby is kicking.” She grasped his hand, putting it in the right spot.