[Honey]

Eventually he had to set aside the rake, knowing that it would do not good for him to work on it any more that evening. It made a dull sound against eh wood of the porch, and leaning back into his chair he listened to the familiar squeaking sound it made with each rock. His own eyes looked out across the fields as he thought about the one sitting beside him. "Ya know, Gabriel, I have been awful lucky since you came around, like you're almost an answer to a prayer I've been prayin' for a long time."