The Berry Farm

Wilbur and Shanequa strolled through the orchards on Wilbur's farm. It was funny, almost. She'd gone from farm to ranch and back again, to fuck Wilbur or Will, to pick up the supplies. But looking at the farm as a whole, there were so many things different from Will's ranch. And those differences made her miss him more.

Wilbur reached out, taking her hand. She squeezed it, smiling with tears in her eyes. The ruddy thick ginger was being good to her in this hour of grief. He was worth being more than just a bull.