A working ranch town in the high meadows. Veterinary clinics, the diner counter at 6am, the Sunday-night tally of who is and isn't speaking to each other.
Closed-door, small-town. Competent women come home to professional work the town hasn't yet decided to trust.
Books may be read in any order. Returning characters appear in supporting roles only — no cliffhangers, no required reading.
Adair Veterinary, est. 1968. Front waiting room with the neon CLOSED sign that no one quite remembers to switch off.
Open 6am–2pm. Best gossip on the bar stools facing the kitchen pass.
1,400 head of cattle. Three generations of ranchers who do not, as a rule, ask for help.
Where the town meeting actually happens, two doors down from where it's posted.
She came home to run her father's practice. She didn't plan to inherit his unfinished caseload — or his most difficult rancher client.
She left to run a campaign. She came back to run her mother's.