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

at the ranch, then at the window where Samuel was hiding.

The choice wasn’t a choice at all.

“I don’t have the cash,” I said, lowering the rifle slowly.

Hastings smirked. “Then we’re done—”

“But I have something worth more than $300.” I gestured around. “The deed. The land. The house. All of it.”

The Sheriff gasped. “Caleb, no!”

Hastings’ eyes widened greedily.continue reading …