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

had stopped. Footsteps thundered on the stairs.

“Window!” I smashed it with a chair. “Jump into the hay cart! Go!”

Thomas leaped. I followed as the door burst open. Buckshot shredded the window frame.

We hit the hay hard and sprinted to the truck. Bullets pinged off the tailgate as we tore out of town.

“Did we lose them?” Thomas asked.

I checked the mirror.continue reading …