SADIE

I missed that feeling of being free. The word free alone sounded foreign to my ears.

When I rode a horse, it always felt like that. And it had been a while. Once I was on the horse, it came back to me naturally.

Becka was so great despite losing a husband at a young age. She always found a way to live a life.

“I always thought of what Wade would say if I kept crying and blamed somebody for losing him.” We rode along with the expansive ground.

I was awed at the herd as I watched from the horse. “You have a great life with him,...