Time had slowed to a crawl once they transferred me to the rehab center. It wasn't like the hospital where people had come to visit and there were always nurses or doctors in an out of my room. The afternoons passed by hot and lazy because just like at home, the air conditioners couldn't keep up with the blazing summer heat.
I kept my single window at the facility open even if all it did was invite in the warm, sluggish breeze and humidity. But it brought the smells of home with it-cattle, dirt, fresh grass, all the things I missed. I wanted to be back out in the thick of it or as much as I ever was. I might not have been in the fields working the head, but I missed cooking for the hands, doing the books, keeping track of the business side of the ranch. Even the trivial things like commu
