Summary: A drabble.
Word Count: 100
Home. It meant little until now.
Growing up, it was just a word describing a place. It never meant anything more. A description for a seedy hut on the edge of town, filled with few comforts.
But here . . .now. It has new meaning. Since we first rode down from the ridge, seeing Lancer for the first time, the word has grown in size and strength.
Comfort. Security. Work. Prosperity. Future. Family. Love. And so much more.
I’ve finally found what I’ve spent my life searching for.
I’m here to stay, Murdoch. I’ve come home.