From my years growing up, I knew how to sneak in and off the ranch. Chris and I used to leave all the time in the summer; we’d hot-foot it to the swimming hole on hot July nights. I crossed my fingers and prayed the opening in the fence still existed.Grabbing the flashlight from the glove box, I quietly exited the car. Thank God for a black Mustang that the night perfectly camouflaged.With cat-like stealth, I found my way to the break in the fence and made my way onto the property. Ire rumbled inside me as I kept my head down and my body as unobtrusive as possible.With Mom gone, I owned this land, not Marcus. Once we had Kenna, and Marcus had been taken down, I’d figure out what to do with all the acreage. I would make sure to use it for something positive; something to negate what Marcus had taken here.I forced down the bad taste in my mouth thinking about all that had happened here invoked, shoving them down into a dark corner, vowing to stay strong and not fall apart. All I wanted to do was to see the ranch during the time Marcus might be holding a gathering at the club.
