The ranch was always busy. This was nothing new. If Ryoki never took another dragon under his proverbial (or literal) wing, the ranch would still be busy and bustling. Michael would never, of course, expect Ryoki to stop. He would never consider asking for it even if he wanted to. The kindness Ryoki had for others in need of a home, in need of a family, in need of shelter for the storm was so warm, like a fire in the hearth or the light that beckoned sailors to shore.
This wasn’t, th...