ire. The funeral dust hadn't even settled, but the vultures were already circling. My uncle, Robert, saw opportunity where I felt grief
y stomach. I' d foolishly held onto a flicker of hope for her, even after she' d left when my prospects w
Once he' s got full control, and I' ve wrapped him around my little finger, this ranch will practically be ours." My
ted into something colder, sharper: pure, unadulterated anger. How could I have been so
, they were about to learn a harsh lesson. A fire ignited within me, burning off the sorrow. It was time to activate a