have you gone?â I asked. âMaybe weâve been to some of the same places.â
A hint of pink came to Loganâs cheeks.
âI only left Wyoming once,â he said. âI went to Montana to pick up a horse trailer.â
âAre you going away for college?â
Logan shook his head. âI actually just graduated from Lost Springs High. I was able to take a test to graduate now instead of in May. This is only my second week not being in school.â
âWow, thatâs cool,â I said. âAre you going to college now or later?â
âNeither. Family business. I canât go off to school and leave my little brother, Holden, and my dad.â
âIs that what you want?â I asked. I studied his face, half expecting him to look exasperated or angry, even, that he was expected to carry on the family business.
Logan smiledâa genuine, real smile with no hint of anything but happiness. âYeah, it is. I want to travel and see things, but I was never the go-off-to-college type. Iâve wanted to run a ranch since I was a kid.â
âWould your dad freak if you wanted to go away to school?â
âNo,â Logan said. âHeâd do exactly what heâs doing nowâtake care of Holden and run thingsâheâd just have less help. But he wouldnât complain about it. He always wants me to do whatever makes me happy.â
âIâm sorry you havenât been able to travel,â I said. âBut it has to feel good to accomplish so much with your familyâs ranch, yeah?â
âIâm definitely the right hand for the ranch,â Logan said. âItâs hard, but I used to get to take a couple weeks off school during the height of planting and harvesting seasons.â
âThe school let you do that?â I asked. âIâve never heard of a school being that accommodating before.â
âLost Springs High has to let us out if weâre working and our parents need help. So many families here grow produce, have dairy farms, raise cattleâweâre a working town.â
âWhat kind of farming does your family do?â As I spoke, I felt my muscles relax. Being in the bright sunlight with the gentlest of breezes was almost more relaxing than any spa treatment Iâd ever had.
âOur ranch started with my great-granddad. It used to be a full working farm with cattle, horses, pigs, and produce. Now my dad and I only deal in produce. We split the work pretty evenly, but soon the labor will be divided among three people because my dad just hired a new hand.â
âMy family lived near a farm for six-ish months when I was ten,â I said. âThatâs when I decided that I wanted to grow up and be a farmer because Iâd get to be outside and work with animals all day.â
Logan smiled. âIâm sure thatâs still your dream,â he said, his tone teasing.
âIt was, until I volunteered at my neighborâs place,â I said. âI spent more time doing barn or field work than being with the animals.â I plucked a leaf of grass, rolling it with my fingers. âI saw how hard everyone workedâeven the little kids.â
Logan smiled. âHolden is ten and heâs the best kid. He gets up with me at four every morning and does extra chores without being told,â he said.
âAw,â I said. âHe must get his work ethic from you.â
My brain started sending warning signals that I didnât need to be talking to the enemy. But something else stirred in meâI wanted to get to know him more. I was talking to Logan the Guy, not Logan the Protestor.
Logan bowed his head a little. âThanks. I try to be a good example for him. Heâs helping me plant our summer crop of vegetables.â
âItâs March. Youâre planting for summer?â I asked. âOr, maybe you donât want to tell me. I have