As the last hymn trailed off and folks began drifting toward the barn doors, the place filled with a low hum—boots scuffing sawdust, the rustle of dresses, the murmur of congratulations carried on the warm August air. Lantern light flickered overhead, glinting off belt buckles and pearl earrings alike. Ryder and Isobel found themselves hemmed in by neighbors, kin, and church friends, each voice rising with blessing and admiration.

Ryder leaned down close, his voice roughened with awe. ...