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“You’d trade the ranch for a stray woman and some brats?”
“Clear the debt. Tear up the contract. Leave them free. And you take the deed. Today.”
“Deal,” Hastings said instantly.
Martha let out a strangled cry, grabbing my arm. “No, Caleb! This is your home!”
“It’s done, Martha.” I kept my eyes on Hastings. “Do we have a deal?”
They brought the papers. continue reading …
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