Ranchland Refuge: Where Love Grows

a constant torment, a horrif

erbilt, his cruel eyes and chilling smile haunting my sleep as Britt

me, it hit

ring, but the terror wasn't

sharper, the pa

errifying premonition burned into my soul, a stark war

st bedroom did nothi

ential families and celebrated by society, was n

spirit withering in a silent, opul

or husband and their family alliances, only se

breaking the engagement; I f

career, or my life? Because I' m telli

my stomach, but a desperat

had relived my end, and I ref

flection, I whispered, "No. I

for freedom began a