I Had To Choose Between Keeping My Ranch And Saving Six Strangers

with dead eyes, stepped forward.

I raised the rifle. “One more step.”

“He won’t shoot,” Hastings said confidently. “He’s a rancher, not a killer.”

“I was a soldier before I was a rancher. And you’re invading my home.”

The tension snapped tight. I couldn’t take all six. If I fired, they’d fill me with lead, and Martha and the kids would be alone.

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