The kiss on her cheek returned her focus to now. "It's getting late," Colby said. "I'll see you in a day or two. Thank you for everything."
Megan watched him trod the same path his grandfather had taken earlier. "What is a dream and what is reality? Or are they mixed? Something beyond my control is happening. I like tangibles, but little around Circle M is tangible. How do I let go enough to let the unknown happen?"
An owl hooted in the distance, but all else remained quiet. Megan retreated to the cabin despite the persistent thoughts, which would keep sleep away. Too much mysticism surrounded her and the Circle M. "I hope Gray Cloud spoke the truth when he said soon I will understand."