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fact, I was planning to relocate there anyway as soon as things are wrapped up here.”
    â€œExcellent. I’ll get my secretary to call you and schedule a time when we can talk further.” Holtac took a deep breath and surveyed the landscape. “Nice spot. I hear the committee might open it up for private events. Weddings and such.”
    â€œThat’s right.” Thomas caught Nicole’s gaze with his own. “They might even have their first booking. If the bride says yes, of course.”
    Holtac turned to stare at Thomas and Nicole for a moment, a quizzical expression on his features. Then he shrugged. “Very well. We’ll be in touch.” He waved a hand in salute and sauntered away.
    â€œSo? What do you think?” Thomas asked, turning to Nicole.
    â€œI think this would be the perfect spot for a wedding.” She smiled up at him. “And I just might know somebody who would be interested in such a celebration.”
    â€œMe too.”
    Their lips came together again to the cheers of two small girls.

About the Author

    Tracy Krauss is a best-selling and award winning author, artist and playwright. She is a member of 'American Christian Fiction Writers', 'Inscribe Christian Writers Fellowship', and ‘The Word Guild’. Originally from a small prairie town, Tracy received her Bachelor’s Degree from the U of S with majors in Art, and minors in History and English. She teaches High School English, Drama and Art – all things she is passionate about. Apart from her many personal creative pursuits, she also leads worship at her local church. She and her husband, an ordained minister, have lived in many remote and unique places in Canada's north. They raised four children and were active advocates of the homeschooling movement for many years. They currently reside in beautiful Tumbler Ridge, BC, known for its many waterfalls. Visit her website for more info: http://www.tracykrauss.com

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    Chapter One
    A whispered breath skimmed across the long prairie grass like a giant invisible hand stroking the fur of a silken feline. The screech of an eagle echoed through the valley as it dipped and glided above the river. The rounded slopes of the bank rose above the swiftly flowing water while small clumps of trees clustered nearby but for the most part the land stretched uninterrupted toward the horizon.
    In the distance, a faint rumbling could be heard. It began to shake the earth as it drew nearer. A cloud of dust accompanied the approaching mass. Hooves pounded. Nostrils dilated. Eyes reddened with fear. The musky stench of sweat mixed with the heat and dust.
    The huge beasts moved en masse toward the precipice. Thousands of shaggy heads bobbed in unison as the herd of bison stampeded forward. As if in slow motion, they continued on, up and over the sharp bank of the river into the ravine below. One by one, they hurtled forward, oblivious to the fate that awaited them, as they toppled headlong to their deaths.

    Thomas shot up in bed, panting. The T-shirt he wore clung to his body with sweat. It was not the first time the dream had come to wake him.
    He took a deep breath, disentangled himself from the sheets, and rose to get a drink of water. No point going back to bed now. He wouldn’t sleep anyway. He padded down the narrow hallway, passing the half closed doorways that sheltered his sleeping children. Ducking to avoid hitting his head as he entered the tiny kitchen, he paused for a moment to look at the expanse of landscape beyond the window. Mostly flat, with a rise of gently rolling hills in the distance, it was clothed with a carpet of rippling grass except for the odd patch of dry fallow. Just like in the dream.
    The early morning sunrise was just beginning to filter in, reaching to shed some light in the shadowed corners of the room. Thomas had managed to rent a house near the outskirts of town. Correction. It wasn’t exactly a house. The