here were literally a hundred things to do between now and the start of the Halloween carnival on Friday. Without Noah, Vivi Ann was going to have a hell of a time getting everything done. After breakfast, Dad went off to the loafing shed for his tractor and the ranch hands set off to feed the steers.

Aurora showed up around noon, and although she wasn’t much help, she shadowed Vivi Ann for most of the day, and then sat with her on the porch until nightfall. The white railings were decorated with colorful shells and rocks and bits of beach glass; generations of Grey women and children had marked their territory with treasures taken from their own shores. Vivi Ann still had the last scallop shell her mother had given her, and although she no longer carried it around with her, it was always here, waiting for her on this porch.

For the next few hours, they sat there, sometimes talking, often laughing, occasionally falling silent. In fact, the whole ranch was surprisingly quiet today; not a truck had driven down the driveway and not a call had come in. Finally, at around nine o’clock, Aurora looked at her watch and said, “Well, I think I’ve been here long enough. I’d better get going.”

When Aurora left, Vivi Ann went back inside to call Noah. Unable to get a dial tone, she did a quick search and discovered the source of the problem: her phone was unplugged. Irritated, she plugged it back in and called Noah on his cell. After several rings he answered.

“Hey, Mom. I’ve been trying to call you.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Somehow the phone got unplugged. Are you on your way home? It’s a school night.”

“Uh. I’ve... been helping Aunt Winona carry stuff down from her attic all day and we’re still not done. Can I spend the night? She’ll take me to school tomorrow.”

“Let me talk to her.”

Winona came on the line. “I’m really here and everything’s fine. I’ll get him to school on time.”

Vivi Ann wanted to say no, demand that her son be returned to her, but it was only because she felt lonely, so she said, “Okay, then. Tell him I love him.”

“You bet.”

She curled up on the sofa, put in her headphones, cranked up the volume, and listened to music on her iPod. Finally, when she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer, she went to bed. It felt strange to be alone in the house. She heard all kinds of new noises. For the first time, she imagined how it would be when Noah was grown and gone. How quiet this cottage would be.

Sighing at that, she drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later, a steady ka-thump, ka-thump, ka-thump wakened her. The muffled beat was regular and even, like the movement of a rocking chair in soft dirt. Or of a man riding a horse in the darkness.

Dallas. She gave in to the memories, let them wash over her...

Then she realized it wasn’t a dream. The noise was real. She woke up and threw back the covers and got out of bed, reaching for the robe draped on the foot rail. Putting it on, tightening the frayed belt around her waist, she walked through the quiet house, listening.

Opening the French doors, she stepped out onto the porch and closed the doors behind her. A pearl-white full moon hung suspended above the distant mountains. Its bright light illuminated everything, turning the fields into patches of midnight-blue velvet.

Moonlight shone on the man riding the horse without saddle or bridle.

She was losing her mind finally; after all these years it had just snapped.

She moved to the railing, not caring if she was mad, loving it, in fact. From here, all she could see of him was his white T-shirt; it glowed as if under one of those black-lightbulbs from her youth. Beneath him, Renegade was all but invisible in the darkness, but she could see that he moved in a flowing, rocking lope, his steps as fluid as long ago, when he’d been a champion. Another fact of her madness: Renegade was healthy again. Of course.

She tried to stay where she was, but like on a night sixteen years ago, she was powerless to resist. Her footsteps creaked on the wooden slats of the porch as she stepped across it.

She walked down the grassy hillside, careful not to slip in the dew-wet grass, and came up to the paddock fence.

They glided past her, made a circle in the paddock, and then they were in front of her, stopped. Renegade’s heavy, snorting breathing seemed to be the only sound for miles; even the sea seemed to have stilled in anticipation.

“Vivi,” Dallas said, and the sound of his voice made her feel so unsteady she clung to the top rail of the fence.

“You’re not really here...”

She stopped. Speaking required more substance than she seemed to have right now; it felt as if she were forming the words somehow, creating them from the parts of herself that were fading.

“I am.”

He slipped off Renegade, took the time to rub the horse’s ears and stroke his muzzle, and then slowly he moved toward Vivi, ducked underneath the fence’s lower slats, and came up in front of her.

For the first time in years, there was no one beside them watching their movements, and no dirty glass between them. He looked older and sadder; the lines on his face were deeply etched, as if drawn on by Magic Marker. The ache inside her was so deep it opened up and she fell in. “I left you alone in there. I know you can’t forgive me. I can’t forgive myself, but...”

He moved closer, slipped his hand down her cheek and along her throat and around to the back of her neck. With that one steady hand, he drew her closer.

She felt herself come alive in his arms. She clung to him, afraid to let him go, terrified she’d blink and discover she’d imagined it all.

She touched his face, let her fingertips wipe away his tears. “Dallas,” she said. “Don’t cry...”

He swept her into his arms and carried her up the slippery hillside and across the porch and into the cottage that had once been their secret rendezvous location, and then their home, and now was foreign to him. But their bedroom was still in the same place and he carried her there, kicking the door open.

He lay her down on the bed and knelt beside her. Moonlight filtered through the window and puddled on the white sheets. She came up to meet him more than halfway, desperate suddenly to undress him. Her hands moved furiously to peel off his shirt and unbutton his pants; he untied her robe and pushed the worn terrycloth off her shoulders and away until it became a layer of softness beneath them.

They touched with the kind of desperation that can only come from more than a decade of waiting. Their breathing became ragged and torn, their cheeks were damp with each other’s tears as they remembered how easily their bodies had always come together. And when at last he filled her, she cried out the name she’d been holding back for so many long and empty years.

Winona, Aurora, and Noah were gathered around the game table in Winona’s family room, playing a lackluster game of Hearts. Mostly they were talking about Vivi Ann and Dallas, of course, but the cards helped to keep them grounded. They were all so amped up on adrenaline it was difficult to stay focused. Winona had just tried—and failed—to shoot the moon when her cell phone rang.

They all threw down their cards and Winona jumped up to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey, Winona. I’m sorry to call so late.”

She heard her Realtor’s voice and sighed. “Hi, Candace.”

Noah and Aurora both sat back down.

“What can I do for you?” Winona asked, trying to conceal her disappointment. She didn’t actually expect Vivi Ann to call tonight, but still...

“I just got a call from a doctor who wants to rent your beach house. He’s out there right now and wants to see it. Normally I’d drop everything and go, but the kids are in bed. And since we’ve had so few calls on it...”

“I’ll go,” Winona said. It was just what she needed: something to occupy her thoughts. “Thanks.” She put down the phone, made a quick excuse to Noah and Aurora, and went out to her car.

The long, dark drive out there was perfect. As she wound along the familiar streets, seeing the landscape beneath the beautiful glow of a silvery blue full moon, she replayed the day in her mind. It had been unquestionably the best day of her entire life. Never would she forget a moment of it, from Dallas’s bear hug, to his quietly spoken Thank you, to the way Noah’s face had changed when he met his father for the first time in years.

She pulled into her ratty driveway and parked beside a big blue pickup truck. She was still thinking about Dallas when the shadows beside her shifted, broke up, and moved toward her.

Luke.

Suddenly he was there, coming toward her.

“What are you doing here?” she said. “You don’t need to rent my house.”

“No. I just wanted to see you alone. I drove all day.”

She didn’t understand. “I told you I’d call you tomorrow, after—”

“When you told me what you’d done for Vivi Ann and Dallas, all I could think about was what it would be like, having you on my side.”

She took a step back, frowning. She didn’t want to misread what was happening, pour meaning into his words, his look. “I’ve always been on your side, Luke. Even when I shouldn’t have been.”

“But I wasn’t on your side, was I?”

“No.” And there it was: everything that had always been wrong between them. It surprised her that he had been the one to see it.

“I’m sorry,” he said simply.

She didn’t know how to respond to that. She’d forgiven Luke—and herself—a long time ago. “That’s old news, Luke.”

He closed the last small distance between them, and when he looked down at her, she saw the whole of their lives in his eyes, everything that had been theirs—the things that had happened between them and the things that hadn’t—and in that single look, she saw that she wasn’t the only one who’d changed. “Do you believe in second chances?”

“Of course.”

He reached down and took her hand, as he’d done at so many of the critical moments in her life. “Would you like to meet my daughters? They’ve been hearing about you for years.”

“When can we go get them?”

Winona had anticipated the question from her nephew, knew in fact that it would be his first question this morning. She put an arm around him, still smiling from last night. “Soon.”

“My dad is cool, isn’t he?” Noah said. In the past twenty-four hours, Winona had seen this boy learn how to smile from the inside out. Gone completely was the sullen, hair-in-his-face troublemaker; in his place was a young man who’d been through bad times and come out on the other side. A young man who would always know that, while bad things happened, good could still triumph.

And Winona had given him that.

“Thanks, Aunt Win,” Noah said as if reading her mind. She supposed that didn’t surprise her, either. She knew what he was thinking these days, too.

“No. Thank you, Noah.” She turned to face him. “I made a mistake with your parents. The biggest of my life. Until you came around with your crumpled old dollar bill, I thought an apology was all I needed to offer. All I had. You gave me a chance to change what I’d done. So, thanks.”

At about nine o’clock, the first call came in from a reporter. Winona said, “No comment,” and hung up, but a few moments later when the phone rang again, she knew their private time had come to an end. She went to her guest bedroom and woke up Aurora, who’d been up late last night listening to Winona talk about Luke. “Come on, little sis. It’s time to go. The news is out.”

A few minutes later, when Noah came down the stairs in clean clothes, with his hair washed and dried and tucked behind his ears, she knew it was time. “Let’s go tell Dad.”

Aurora groaned. “I’d rather remarry Richard.”

Winona smiled, but herded them out and into her car. The drive to the ranch took almost no time, and as they’d feared, there were reporters at the closed gate.

“Private property,” Winona reminded them as she opened the gate, drove through, and closed it behind her.

“What will Grandpa say?” Noah asked a few minutes later when they got out of the car.

“He’ll be glad,” Winona said, wanting it to be true.

Aurora laughed.

They walked up the porch steps, knocked on the door, and went inside.

Dad was in the living room, sitting on the sofa. He looked up at them through narrowed, angry eyes. “Is it true?”

“Dallas was released yesterday. He’s up with Vivi right now,” Winona said.

Dad drew in a deep breath and let it out. “God. What will folks say?”

“They’ll say we made a mistake,” Winona said.

“And that Winona fixed it,” Aurora said, squeezing her hand.

“Fixed it? You think we’re better off now?”

Winona had expected this reaction. “I’ve done a good thing here, Dad. Whether you know it or not, I know it. And right now we’re going to go up to their cottage as a family and welcome Dallas home.”

Her father sat there saying nothing, just clenching and unclenching his crippled hands. She saw the way his mouth tightened in anger, but trembled, too, and how he couldn’t look his daughters in the eyes, and for the first time in her life she saw him as Vivi Ann saw him, a man unable to reveal the smallest emotion.

She went to him, knelt in front of him. All her life she had felt weak in his presence; now, though, she knew that she was the stronger of the two of them. Maybe she always had been. “Come with us, Dad. We’re the Greys. That matters. Show us your true colors, who you used to be.”

He didn’t look at her, maybe he couldn’t. He just got up, walked into his study, and slammed the door. She didn’t need to open it to know what he was doing: standing in his spot, staring out at his yard, his land, making a drink even though it was morning.

Was he crumbling inside or laughing? Did he care about these things he didn’t do, didn’t say, or was he empty inside? The tragedy was that she didn’t know, would probably never know. Whatever he felt or didn’t feel belonged to him alone. All she knew was that for once she hurt for him. His choice made him an island, separate and alone. “Let’s go,” she said, exchanging a meaningful look with Aurora. “He’s made up his mind.”

Vivi Ann and Dallas spent all night making love and getting to know each other again, talking about how Winona had saved them. Finally, when the sun had risen into a cornflower-blue sky, they sat up in bed, the covers puddled around their naked bodies, and talked about the things that mattered.

“Noah is a hell of a boy, Vivi. You’ve done a great job with him. We spent yesterday together.”

“I did a terrible job,” she said quietly, ashamed all over again at how she’d fallen apart without Dallas.

“Don’t,” he said. “We’ve lost enough time. No regrets. You think I don’t kick my ass for not seeing you when you came to visit? I was trying so damned hard to be noble.”

“Still, I gave up.”

He smiled down at her, pushed the sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes, and kissed her again. “And I gave in. None of it matters anymore.”

She was about to ask him something else when there was a knock at the door.

“That will be Dad,” Vivi Ann said. “Wondering why the hell there’s no breakfast.”

She climbed out of bed, put on her robe, and went to the door, opening it.

Her whole family was standing there, smiling at her. Well, almost her whole family. Her father wasn’t there. The pain of that pinched a little, reminded her of things she’d rather forget, a relationship that had been lost or never formed. Even now she wasn’t sure.

“Hey, Mom,” Noah said, drawing her gaze back to the people standing in front of her.

She looked at Winona first, loving her so much she couldn’t hold it all. “You’re my hero,” she said, losing it just a little. She surged forward and hugged her sister fiercely, whispering, “Thank you.” When she stepped back, they were both crying.

Dallas came up beside her, sliding a hand possessively around her waist. The movement was like a release switch. They all came together at once, crying and hugging. And when it was over, Vivi Ann found herself standing in the grass of Water’s Edge, holding her husband’s hand, staring through tears at this family of hers—the Greys—and the land that defined them. From here, she could see the mighty evergreens shooting up behind the cabin, their roots driven deep into the fertile soil, and the rolling green fields, dormant now in this cold autumn month, but ready to grow again when the spring sunlight returned. Below the barn lay the house where she had grown up, a girl among girls, knowing always how it felt to belong. It was something she would pass on, not just to her son, but to her husband, who didn’t yet understand that he belonged here, on this land, in this place. It would be their gift to him, the thing this generation of Greys passed on to the next: the knowledge that it wasn’t property lines or markers on a man’s land that outlined the boundaries of a home. It was who you were that mattered, how you stayed together in hard times, the people you held in your heart.

You probably don’t even know how you saved me with your stupid questions, Mrs. I.

Who am I? That was the one that got me. I didn’t know in ninth grade who I was or who I wanted to be and I sure as hell didn’t want to ask. But now I do.

When my dad came home, everything changed. Almost as soon as we got to Water’s Edge, people started showing up. First, it was Myrtle and Cissy Michaelian and her dad.

We all just stood there for a minute. It was like some weird, quiet game of Red Rover, Red Rover, with them by the truck and us by the arena. Then Myrtle walked up to my dad and said: I was wrong, I guess.

It’s okay, he said real quiet.

I saw what it meant to Cissy’s grandmother, his forgiving her, and for the first time in my life I knew how it felt to be proud of my dad.

Then he went over to Cissy and said, So you’re the girl my boy loves.

And Cissy nodded and started to cry and said, I hope I am.

You started it all, dad said. Thank you.

After that, Cissy came over to me and kissed me and it was like it all hadn’t happened, only it had, and I was glad because right then, with all of that going on, I thought: this is who I am.

I’m a Grey and a Raintree and this land I never cared about is where I belong, and this town isn’t what I thought. Oh, some people don’t believe in my dad or me—and maybe they never will, but that’s okay. Because we believe, and we’re here together. And lots of people came over to tell my dad welcome home. Except grandpa of course. That really pissed me off, but when I said something to dad, he just smiled kinda and said, I get it. Cut the old man some slack. So I’ll try.

And that night, when everyone had gone, and it was just mom and dad and me in our house, I looked out the window, and I saw Renegade staring up at us. Dad came up beside me and put his arm around me and said, I thought about you every night, Noah. Every night.

That’s when mom came up and stood beside us and said, What are my boys doing over here by themselves?

And I said the only thing I could think of: waiting for you.

That’s done now, my mom said. This family’s waited long enough. Who wants to play cards?

And my dad said, Yeah. It’s about time I taught my son to play poker.

His son.

That was when I had my answer, when I finally knew who I was.