"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want," the preacher began to read the twenty-third Psalm from his Bible. As he continued to read the passage, the MacFarlanes and Marstons stared at the headstone.
"Drew Mitchell MacFarlane," the headstone read. "1849 to 1922" was the date on it. He was 73. He had lived a long life and built an amazing ranch that was almost a small village. Bonnie was so proud of him. He had never given up hope and never doubted his life here, even after five of his six sons had passed away. All he had the last few years, after Perrin left for the East, was Bonnie, his beloved baby girl.
Bonnie laid the flowers on the fresh dirt that had just covered her father's casket. Tears in her eyes, she stood up and whispered "I love you, Daddy."
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