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

in a thin jacket two sizes too small. We spent hours stretching barbed wire on the north ridge. It’s brutal work, but he never complained.

“Why do you live out here alone?” Thomas asked one day as we sat drinking water.

“Because people are complicated,” I said. “Cows make sense. Horses make sense. People… they lie. They hurt you. They leave.”

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