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

curtain.

The door opened. Garrett and another hired gun entered.

“Boss left whiskey up here,” one grumbled.

Garrett sniffed the air. “You smell that? Someone’s been outside.”

He scanned the room. His eyes landed on Thomas’s boot sticking out from the curtain.

“Come on out, little rat.”

Time slowed. I stepped from behind the bookshelf and slammed my pistol continue reading …