We had places we wanted to go and things we wanted to do and we wanted to be a little more stable financially before starting a family. We sank all of...our energy into each other and our jobs. We bought a three-bedroom house because we knew that one-day we were going to have children. We got passports and spent our vacations traveling and seeing the world.By the end of that five-year period I began talking with Tricia about starting a family, but she told me she wasn't ready just yet. She had. Which resulted in returning back to the barn as Dad didn’t trust me enough yet to clear them myself yet. Once I had all the paddocks cut back to a low level, we guessed it would only take one cut a week in the summer to keep them in control, a lot less once the growth rate died back.That had only taken a couple of days so I still had a load of the holidays left. Mom didn’t want me in the main part of the house, she said I just got under her feet as she tried to get everything arranged as she. She stared at the blank wall of the dungeon, cut deep beneath the Levinigh palace, willing the rough blocks of stone to throw themselves apart and allow her exit. But she was the only creature that moved within the heavy stone walls. Every time she shifted her weight, the bone links in the chains would rattle and echo hollowly off the cold stone. Every time she coughed in the musty air, the sound would fold back on her at a lower pitch, as if the dungeon could suck happiness itself from the. ’ Kincaid said. ‘Me? But I’m no hunter. I . . .’ ‘You are a painter, and you said yourself that you’ve already been to the timberline and captured the elk on your canvas. You know where to go. You could take me.’ There was nothing else to do. Kincaid had boxed her in. But there was no way they’d be able to do this within the confines of a day. So, Ada spent the rest of the day preparing to leave the ranch in the hands of others and in gathering what she and Kincaid would need for the overnight.