onLeave a Comment on After my husband di:ed, my daughter changed the gate code to my 300-acre cattle ranch in Wyoming and left me sitting outside. “You can come home once you give my husband power of attorney,” she said through the speaker. I stayed in my truck, finished my sandwich, and called the one man she’d forgotten her father trusted more than anyone. 
Every so often, I take my coffee out to the fence around sunset. From there I can see the cottonwood where I parked that day, and
sometimes I can hear Kristy close the barn door behind me. I usually stay a little longer, until the last few cattle come in and the pasture goes quiet.
