I live on a ranch in west Texas. I loved the ranch, I can't remember a time when I wasn't climbing on hay bales, teasing the livestock or sitting on the porch watching the sunset. Daddy bought it shortly after my mother died; I was two at the time. He said he and mother always talked about running a ranch and he wanted to honor her wishes. He worked hard day and night and in time, he became one of the wealthiest ranchers in the state. Daddy raised me the best he could but always felt like he couldn't give me the upbringing that would make my mother proud. All he knew was cattle and horses. When I was about sixteen, he told me he was sending me to boarding school. I was shocked, I thought he was trying to get rid of me. But he kept telling me that it would teach me how to become a proper lady. I didn't want to go, I kicked and screamed and threw the biggest tantrum I could but he wouldn't budge. Not only did I not want to leave my home, I also didn't want to leave Randy Hilton. Randy was one of my dad's top ranch hands and we were in love.
