Desert Ranch Romance: Father’s Verdict – Part 4
Sun’s slippin’ low, father leans back in his chair,“So… you picked her?” he says, eyebrow cocked.“She near...
Sun’s slippin’ low, father leans back in his chair,“So… you picked her?” he says, eyebrow cocked.“She near...
Afternoon heat folds over like a blanket.One helper hums while skinning apples with a knife.“Most men want...
Second helper’s got boots older than sin.She leans on a fence, chewing a straw, eyes sharp.“Ya lookin’...
Sun burns the ranch gold and mean.Father says, “Boy, pick a helper, settle down.”You kick dust, pretending...