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

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We slipped inside and up the stairs. I picked the office lock in ten seconds.

“Bottom drawer,” I whispered. “False bottom.”

Thomas went to the desk. I watched the door, pistol drawn.

“Got it!” Thomas held up a thick black ledger.

We were halfway to the door when the floorboard creaked in the hallway.

“Hide,” I signaled to Thomas, pointing behind a continue reading …