Had she lost her mind? “You can’t mean that.” “Maybe it’s too much for us. We can’t handle it. All this responsibility and worry . . . We’re not even thirty, Wade.” “But you love the ranch. Don’t you, Miriam?” “I don’t know.” Expression troubled, she said, “I did, but Wade, it’s too much for us.” “It’s our home.” The home they were building together. Yes, losing the baby had been a big setback, and so was the financial trouble, but they’d get back on track. She couldn’t lose faith in that. Faith in him. Miriam shook her head. “Home is wherever we make it. We could get a small house in town, just like we planned a year ago.” “But we talked about this when Mom and Dad decided to move. You agreed.” He scowled at her. “I’m not a quitter, and I didn’t think you were either.” “A quitter?” She came to her feet, took a couple of steps away, then turned back to face him. “It’s not quitting to realize you’ve made a mistake. When we decided to buy the ranch, we didn’t know how hard it would be.”
