The Ranch Next Door: A Billionaire's Refuge

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not to bother about picking me up from the airport but to provide a

f pink, there was barely any leg space. I made a menta

of the car. almost smiling at the irony of switching from arri

irport. The warm Colorado sun hit my face, a sharp contrast from the c

ering a great view of the San Juan mountains. But not even

rds, wineries and a host of tourist attractions. But even as I approached the supposedly ch

of those in so long. I mean, as a business man, I

r, eager to arrive my destination to get some well-

of a ride behind me. That was when I saw the truck- an old deathtrap. The driver was approaching the in

ested loudly as the driver slammed the brake. I had half a heart to speed away, realizing she

ger out on strangers. As I stopped beside the old truck caught a glimpse of

fault, apologizing to the little girl and the back seat and speeding o

else could

the car and then the annoying, smart-mouthed woman. As I continued to roll down the roa

alm my nerves. The air was cooler, fresh and different. Rolling green pastures str

med to share the same heavy oxygen. I passed by a group of cowboys, herd

by the Paonia Reservoir and couldn't help comparing the beautiful, natural oasis to

y grandparent's old farmhouse, I found myself hoping th

ty beside my grandparent's old farmhouse and it looked worse for wears. The fences had l

led up the dirt road and parked near the fence sep

man, who appeared to be in his early twenties, in faded

in New York. When I got your call, I was over the moon. I'd been trying to reach you about the black

resounded at the back of my head. So, instead, I muttered in the calmest

kicked into action, taking the bags from me.

nto the old but large farmhouse. "How

ere, back when the farm was still functional. When my parents died, I took over. Your

complete

tried to reach you and your siblings but nobody responded. I had

und here?" I asked, noting the s

I couldn't really do much by m

d this young man who owed my family not

Tim," I said

get you settled

most habitable room.

age. It had amazing lightning and the window gave a clear view of the ranch next door

y. Four plain posts rose from each corner to support a simple wooden canopy. T

olors muted by years of use. As I admired the wo

eone. I couldn't see the person because Tim's lanky form obstructed.

r. And as if to clear any doubt, the raggedy tr

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some peace