Lookee here! This — yea, verily: this very property — IS the Ranch. The beloved, endlessly missed Gold Bar.
Rustic, eh?
But oh, my… So pretty. So quiet. The air so clean. The cows so mellow. The little ranch house so sweet.
No, it wasn’t really “home,” at least not for us. Maybe for our ranch manager and his wife. But we were city slickers, up in Yarnell for the occasional weekend.
Still, I would’ve loved for it to be “home.” Not a chance, though. We didn’t have enough net worth to buy the property — neither did any of the law partners. And what on earth would we, a pair of city kids, do with umpty-thousand acres in the middle of nowhere?
Just wanna go back, though.