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

life for us.”

I looked at the mural, at Thomas with his pitchfork, at Samuel watching from the window.

“You’re not strangers,” I said. “You’re the only real thing that’s happened to me in ten years. I am not running. I am digging in.”

We fortified the house, boarding windows, filling buckets with water. I sat in the dark, watching the driveway. Around continue reading …