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

I walked down the steps, each one taking me further from everything I’d known.

I signed.

Caleb J. Stone.

“Get off my land,” Hastings said, snatching the paper. “My land now. One hour to vacate.”

As we frantically packed, the Sheriff approached. He leaned against my truck, pretending to check his boot.

“You’re a better man than me, Caleb,” he muttered.

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