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important at my age than sex.  I enjoy sex as well, but it is not as important as going to bed at night and sleeping all night, whether I am alone or with someone.”
    “Thank you,” she told him as she held onto a man she had just met, but felt as if he had been sent to deliver her a message. She was paying close attention.
    Saturday morning she visited his beach shanty and even purchased a small painting adorned with broken shells that fit nicely into her purse.  She sat on the beach with him for nearly two hours, listening to the soft missive of the waves upon the sand, hearing everything, understanding only a portion, and thankful for the opportunity to be where she was.
    I am getting clear of my grief.
    Darryl wasn’t the right man for her nor was the way he lived his life, but he had taught her something important during her time with him; she needed to go back to who she always wanted to be.
    That was the thing Darlene she needed to find again.
    That is the Darlene who needs to live.

Chapter Five - Midnight
    D aniel Wilstrom had always loved the outdoors and loved the land that he worked diligently to protect.  Everything from the trees, to the streams and the animals that called the parks of Wyoming home he worked persistently to safeguard.  He took pride in caring for the top portion of Medicine Bow National Forest. In his mind, it had to be some of the most beautiful acreage and countryside in the world with its vast valleys, canyons and steep snowy ranges.  He loved the area so much, he bought a small five acre spread right outside of Saratoga, Wyoming, knowing that once he turned 55, he was going to retire in the area.
    He purchased the land which had the North Platte River running through his backyard.  Any morning that he was in the mood for some fish and grits, Daniel would grab his pole and head out the back door.  In less than 15 minutes, fresh fish was on the table.  This morning, however, he had to take a minute to check on his house guest, Sophia, a baby fawn.  He rescued the little lady when she injured her foot and was unable to keep up with her mother.  He was aided in her care by Sheila D., his Border Collie.
    On a normal workday, Sheila D usually rode shotgun with him as he made his rounds, but since the arrival of the fawn, her mothering instincts kicked in and all she wanted to do was fawn over the fawn.  She was a good dog.  It was difficult to believe that some family had abandoned her a few years ago at a camp site.
    Since her arrival, Daniel had worked hard to pull the house together.  It was more of a very large cabin that felt more like a home.  Much of the wood he used to make the furniture inside as well as shelving, braces and structures, came from loose wood he located in the forest on his rounds.  Loose and fallen branches in the forest were great for homes for woodland creatures, but during the dry seasons, those same pieces of wood became kindling.  Log by log he built the cabin. All in all, he loved the structure.  He loved Wyoming and he truly loved his life.
    It had taken longer than he expected to get the buildings up on the property.  Between the barn, the workshop and the covering for the carport, he hadn’t had much time to put in the garden.  The first attempts at creating one resulted in a feeding bed for rabbits and groundhogs.  This sat well for Sheila D who took pride in catching a rabbit each day which Daniel would use to make a hearty rabbit stew.
    This month, he was working on the smokehouse.  It only took one elk, one good sized deer buck and a couple of rabbits to stock the storehouse with meat for a year.  As soon as he secured himself a wife, he planned to get a couple of hens for some fresh eggs and life would be grand.  He had a vision.  He had a plan.  He only needed the wife to go along with it.
    He was starting to give up hope.  He joined AHusband4u.org nearly three years ago, but none of the women took to kindly to being out in the