At my daughter’s wedding, my son-in-law ordered me…

an employee, honey.

A well-paid, well-treated employee, but an employee nonetheless. I’ve never owned the land.

I never had the right to transfer it to you or anyone else. Avery’s breathing became shallow.

But, but you always talked about it being my inheritance. You always said the ranch would be mine someday, and it could be.

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