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

twins teaching the dog tricks, Thomas showing Clara how to lasso, Martha humming in the garden.

It was loud. Messy. Exhausting.

“Not for a single second,” I said. And it was the truest thing I’d ever spoken.

We got married in autumn under the giant cottonwood tree by the creek. The whole town came. Martha wore a simple cream dress she’d sewn herself.

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