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I'm the biological daughter of the Carlisle family, the one who went

missing 26 years ago.

When they found me, I was at Red Rock Ranch, trying to calm down a wild male

horse.

Outside the fence, three lawyers in black suits waited.

Their expensive shoes were sinking into the mud. None of them looked happy about

this. I walked over. They told me my birth name was Jacqueline Carlisle.

Carlisle. The most powerful family in San Vito.

And somehow, I was supposed to be their lost girl.

Before answering, I pulled the rope tighter.

The male horse finally settled down.

Are you done?

The lead lawyer paused.

Mr. Carlisle wants you to come home as soon as possible.

At least see them once, your own parents.

I took off my gloves.

Behind them was a black limo waiting.

Farther away, my truck, the old barns, and miles of fields.

One of the lawyers looked at me like he knew I would do the right thing.

Three days later, I drove my own truck to San Vito.

The Carlyle estate sat on a cliff near the ocean.

The lawn was packed with luxury cars.

Guests in gowns and tuxos, drinking champagne.

Marcus Carlyle, my so-called father, thrown a welcome party for me. He

controlled most of the warehouses, docks, and shipping in San Vito. At

least those were the business people knew on the surface.

Behind it ran smuggling routes and dirty money network.

His wife, Eve, handled the family foundation and public stuff.

They also had a son, Vincent Carlyle.

The young woman standing beside them was Violet. She wasn't their biological

daughter, but she lived with the Carlyles for over 20 years. But she was

also a little nervous.

The house staff had prepared dress, heels, and jewelry for me.

Well, I didn't want to touch any of it. Old leather jacket, blue jean, and

cowgirl boots. A folding hunting knife hung on my belt. That was all I needed.

The music stopped.

Everyone turned to look at me.

The moment he saw me, the glass in his hand trembled. He was tall, broad

shoulder, and an old scar across his arm.

I did look like him, especially the gray-blue eyes.

And Eve didn't look nearly as happy. She looked me up and down like I was a

damaged package without an address.

Vincent looked handsome with expensive suit.

At first, he didn't take me seriously.

Then he noticed my height and build.

Adrian Hawthorne.

Adrian worked for the district attorney's office.

He had an impressive background and bright future.

Also Violet's public fiancé.

Adrian looked at my boots first, then my face. He didn't bother to hide disgust.

So this is the missing daughter?

I took off my hat and placed it on the table.

Jacqueline Blackwood.

You were supposed to be Carlisle.

Mrs. Blackwood adopted me when I was an orphan.

The Blackwood name carried a lot of weight on the West.

It meant land, railroads, food, water, and guns.

Margaret Blackwood, my mom, owned the largest farm and ranch company in New

Albia. Her rail and networks could affect meat prices across half the

country.

Marcus stared at me for seconds.

We'll discuss your name later.

Eve finally stood.

She held out hands, tried to hug me. Welcome home, Jacqueline.

This isn't my home.

Vincent slammed down his glass.

Adrian gave a cold laugh like I said a bad joke.

Violet was the only one who used champagne glass to hide her smile.

I didn't accept any jewelry the Carlisles had prepared for me.

I went to the barn behind the house.

While checking the teeth of a chestnut horse, I heard heels clicking behind me.

You really know how to steal the spotlight?

Do you need something?

You know, having the Carlisle bloodline doesn't mean you get everything.

Marcus and Eve will never like you.

You're just some country girl.

Who grew up around cow shit.

No one wanted you to come back.

I looked down at her.

She reached out and gripped my arm. At that exact moment, she glanced over my

shoulder. If I remembered clearly, there was a security camera in the corner.

I understood at once.

She was putting on a show for someone.

Whoever was watching on the security was her audience.

I didn't stop her.

Her nails almost broke my skin.

Say it again.

What?

Say that again.

Do you not understand English? I said no one wants you here. Go back to your

ranch. I will save you some dignity.

I grabbed her wrist and pushed her against wooden rail.

Bruises. Some were fresh.

Others were already turning yellow.

Who told you all that?

The warnings about me?

Don't act like you know everything.

She looked all ready to cry, but kept pretending.

Something stung inside me.

You're a terrible actus, Violet.

She froze.

I walked past her.

Are you going to tell them?

Tell them what?

You know what I mean.

No, I didn't see anything strange here.

The Carlisles put me in the guest room, far from the main house.

The woman assigned to look after me was Martha.

Next morning...

She pulled the curtains and threw several dresses onto my bed. Mrs.

Carlyle expects you to begin manners lessons today. You can't keep dressing

like a robber. I sat on the bed, cleaning my boots.

Get out.

You need to understand that this is not the countryside.

Mrs. Carlyle said we can take necessary actions if you refuse to cooperate.

She told the maids to take my stuff and throw it away.

One minute later, both maids ran out of my room.

Martha was face down on the carpet.

I had her arms pinned behind her back.

Just made sure she understood who was in charge.

It's time for breakfast.

What?

Bacon, eggs, and black coffee.

I let her go.

After breakfast, I went to an abandoned tennis court inside the estate.

Quiet and open.

Perfect for training.

I rolled my shoulders, then threw a short knife.

It landed in the center of wooden target.

more than 30 feet away.

Someone clapped behind me.

Marcus was leaning against the gate, staring at me.

Who taught you that?

Fran.

Who? Frances Beckett. She runs security for the Blackwood.

Marcus clearly knew that name.

Fran had served in a special unit overseas.

After leaving the military, she took over all border security for the

Blackwood.

Marcus looked at the target.

Is that the only trick you know?

What do you want me to try?

He smiled.

That afternoon, he took me to the Carlisle Training Center near the port.

It had a shooting range, a warehouse training area, and a fighting space.

Vincent was there, too.

He stood beside and watched me with a cold gaze.

Marcus set up a warehouse attack exercise.

Three security officers would play intruders.

I had five minutes to enter the warehouse, deal with them, then find the

hidden cargo. You received professional training before. Don't disappoint me.

The time started.

I didn't go in right away.

First, I walked around the warehouse, checked the roof, looked at the tire

tracks on the ground. Is she waiting for them? Come out and surrender?

Vincent laughed. I ignored him. I kicked the side door and took his training gun.

The first guard was hiding behind a storage rack.

I kicked over a nearby cart.

It hit the rack and knocked him. I moved in and took his training gun.

The second guard jumped down from above. I caught his wrist with a strap and

pulled him off the platform.

The third man wasn't inside the warehouse.

I went out the back door. I walked to a truck parked nearby.

Opened the cab. The last guard was sitting right inside.

He raised both hands.

I give up.

The timer stopped at two minutes.

Marcus stared at me.

Good. How did you know he was still waiting the truck?

There were three cups of coffee in the warehouse but only two sets of shoe

prints. The third never went inside.

And the cargo?

I pointed at the forklift. The box had never been hidden. Someone had simply

covered it behind the forklift, left it where everyone could see it.

Marcus burst out laughing.

Vincent's face got darker by the second.

This is my daughter.

Isn't she great?

Don't get carried away.

Instead of getting angry, he laughed even harder.

Beginner's luck, that's all it was.

Vincent's jaw tightened. Training hall, just you and me. Don't chicken out. He

cut in and stepped forward.

What, you want me to smash your head in with one punch?

As you wish.

That afternoon, Vincent fought me himself.

Near the end, I left an opening on purpose.

He took it and pressed a training knife against my shoulder.

Everyone around us started clapping.

Marcus didn't smile.

He looked straight at me.

You let him win.

This is your place.

Would you like to join the Carlisle group?

No.

Don't say no so fast. I will give you shares and a seat on the board. Father,

she's only been here for two days.

Marcus turned to him.

So? She knows nothing about the company.

She spent two minutes in that warehouse and found a security problem.

You've been in charge for three years. Why didn't you find it?

Vincent's face went white.

Violet stood behind the others, watching me in silence.

Our eyes met.

This family got messier than I thought.

Violet could help me or not, it ain't matter. What mattered was Fran's lost

cargo and the secret they were hiding.

I was going to burn this place down until I find it.

Marcus started taking me to the port almost every day.

He introduced me to executives and brought me into important meetings.

Every time, he called me his daughter.

I never agreed to join the Carlisle family, but I took the chance to study

their business.

That was why I came to San Vito.

For two years, cargo had been changing on a Blackwood cold chain route.

Fran investigated and found every problem led back to Carlisle Docks.

I needed to know if they were using our trucks to move illegal shit.

Around then, Marcus changed the family trust and added me to the list of heirs.

When the news got out, Vincent panicked.

One night, Marcus invited several managers to dinner at the estate. I was

standing on the terrace.

I saw Vincent leave the dining room and head toward where Violet lived.

He was walking fast.

He looked really furious.

I followed him without thinking.

After entering the house, Vincent sent away all the staff.

I went around to the back window.

A few seconds later, I heard glass break.

Why didn't you tell me?

Vincent grabbed Violet and pulled her out of chair.

Marcus is giving her 15% of the company. You handle the trust documents. Why

didn't you warn me? I only found out today.

Liar! He shoved her towards the desk.

Violet hit the corner. Face went pale from the pain. I'm the only heir to the

Carlisle family. Do you understand what that means? I understand.

Then find a damn way. Make her disappear.

We're always number one at school, right? Business, finance, law, you're

supposed to know everything.

So why can't you handle this little country girl? She isn't an ordinary.

I don't care who she is. Car breaks, overdose, a warehouse accident. Pick

one. I just want her dead. What if father finds out him? Then you acted.

You say, it has nothing to do with me. They love you. At worst, you'd only get

sent away.

Vincent smiled.

Don't forget, your name is on those fake companies. All I have to do is hand them

to my office and you'll go to the prison for us.

Then he left.

Violet stayed still. Her legs gave out.

She slid down the wall and sat on the floor. She didn't cry. She just sat

there, broken and quiet.

Ten minutes later, Eve arrived.

She didn't ask how badly Violet was hurt. She only let the private doctor

leave a few pain pills. Vincent is under a lot of pressure. You need to

understand your brother.

Yes, I know.

Adrian will be at event tomorrow night.

The Hawthorns are discussing the new commission nominees.

Find out who's on the list.

I want names.

Don't disappoint your mother.

The room finally went quiet.

How much did you hear?

All of it.

You can't tell anyone, please. Why not?

I'll beg you. You don't understand how things work here.

She tried to stand, but her right arm hung uselessly.

If Dad finds out Vincent hit me, he might punish the son for a few days. But

what happens then?

Mom will say I turned them against each other. Vincent will hand over my

records. In the end, everything will be blamed on me.

I'm only the adopted one.

So you have to kill me now. Keep your secret.

I'm sorry, I don't have a choice. Everyone has a choice. That's easy for

you to say. You have the land, money, you have someone who can protect you. Of

course you think it's simple. I have those things because I chose to do.

Her wrist was dislocated. My life has nothing to do with you. You never belong

here, cowgirl.

She shook from the pain, but she didn't pull away.

Hold still.

What are you doing? I didn't explain.

I took hold of her wrist and pulled. The joint slipped back into place.

She let out a short scream and fell forward. I caught her before she hit the

floor. A maid spoke from outside the door.

Miss Moore, are you all right?

Violet forced herself to calm down.

It's okay. Broke a glass.

The footsteps faded.

Then Violet bit me hard on my shoulder.

Even through my shirt, I felt her teeth sink in.

She stared at me with red eyes.

Why does everyone keep hurting me?

I was helping you. You couldn't warn me first? If I did, you would have been

scared. You think I'm not scared now?

I looked at her.

Her tears had ruined her makeup.

For the first time, She looked like herself.

She was angry.

But at least she wasn't pretending.

Can you stop crying? I'm not bullying.

Then what is?

Take away your voice. Make you scared.

That's bullying.

I let her go and stepped back.

You can fight back whenever you want.

What do you mean?

Vincent hits you.

Eve controls you. But you do have a choice. Just fight back against them.

You're out of freaking mind.

You heard me. You know where to find me.

She was still sitting by the window, head down.

She was gently touching the wrist I had just fixed.

The Port Charity event was held at the tallest hotel in San Vito.

That night, Vincent was representing the Carlisle in a business presentation.

If he did well, every guest would call him the next leader of the Carlisle.

I stood on the second floor and watched Violet sit in the audience.

She was wearing pearl earrings.

There were small receivers inside them.

Every time Vincent got a question he couldn't answer, he paused for a few

seconds. Violet would quietly give him the answer, so he just repeated it.

By the time he finished, the audience gave him a round of applause. He paused

for a few seconds.

They all thought he was smart and capable.

One of his competitors asked about the debt of Newport Project.

Violet quickly found the right page and gave him the data.

Vincent misheard the decimal point.

A few in the room laughed at him.

He turned, gave Violet a furious look.

During the break, he dragged her into a room with no camera.

His hand was around her throat.

Did you embarrass me there on purpose?

You heard me wrong.

Well, you can talk back to me now.

I got there late. I grabbed Vincent by the shoulder. I moved my head aside,

caught his arm, and pushed against the wall. Let me go!

I'm your brother! Never taught me to call someone like you my brother.

I released him and shoved him to the floor.

Violet leaned against the wall, coughing.

You think Marcus likes you so you can do whatever you want? At least I don't need

someone else to answer a question.

I walked over to Violet. Can you walk?

She tried to move. Her ankle was twisted.

No. Then don't walk by yourself.

I helped her out of the tiny room.

She frowned with every step. We crossed the ballroom.

Guests turned to watch.

Violet. She met his eyes, hopeful.

Did you get the port commission list?

He didn't ask if she was alright.

She's hurt.

This is between me and my fiancé. She doesn't want to talk to you right now.

You're just back for a few days and now you think you know her?

Do you want to go with him?

She shook her head.

I helped her into the elevator.

Before the doors closed, Vincent watched us from across the room like a snake in

the dark.

The next morning, Marcus called a family board meeting.

He announced that he was adding me to the Carlisle family trust.

He also planned to put me in charge of security.

She's a Blackwood. We can't trust her. She's my biological daughter.

She deserves a share. I don't want any more disagreement from you.

Something in Vincent broke down.

That night, he went to see Violet again.

He put an unregistered handgun on her desk. He put an unregistered handgun on

her desk. This time, you don't get to say no.

Violet stared at the gun.

You want me to kill her here, at the house?

Tomorrow, she'll be checking the East Warehouse alone. The regular cameras

won't work there. Do you think your fiancé will still want you? What if she

fights back?

Then shoot her. What if I refuse?

I'll send you to prison first.

Then I'll tell Adrian you've spent years cleaning dirty money for Carlisle.

Violet slowly closed her hand around the gun.

The next day, I went to the warehouse as I planned.

Violet stood at the end of an aisle.

She held the gun in both hands and pointed it at me.

Her face was almost white.

Don't come any closer.

Jacqueline, I said stop.

Your safety is still on.

By the time she looked up again, I was standing in front of her. She quickly

turned off the safety and raised the gun again.

Vincent wants to see your dead body. So?

I don't have a choice.

Shoot me.

You think I won't? You won't.

Why? Because you don't want to follow his orders watching.

But your hands never stopped shaking. I stood too close. The barrel pressed it

against my chest.

Tears ran down her face.

Stop pushing me.

I took the gun from her hand.

Easily.

She didn't try to fight back.

Without the camera, it gave us some privacy.

An explosion came from outside the warehouse.

Then the gunfire started.

Someone was attacking the Nervids' cargo.

I pushed Violet behind the side door, then drew my gun.

Vincent wasn't behind this. He didn't have the nerve of the people. Fran, the

East Warehouse is under attack.

Her voice came through my earpiece.

Get out now. Our shipping route had been exposed.

Violet is with me.

Get her out.

I looked at Violet.

She still had the gun in her hand.

Somehow, there were no fear in her eyes.

Come with me.

Where are we going?

Let's stay alive first.

The attack lasted 12 minutes.

I got Violet out through the back and put her in Marcus's car.

Then I joined Fran and went after the attackers.

We stopped one of their vehicles.

Inside, we found shipping documents tied to the Hawthorne Fund.

This was bigger than we had expected.

I had to return to the Red Rock area and keep investigating the case.

I didn't explain anything to the Carlisle family.

Before I left, I only sent one message to Violet.

Don't wait for me.

Run. I disappeared. To the Carlisle family, I had arrived without warning

and left without a single word.

Fran later told me Marcus nearly lost his mind trying to find me. He checked

every hospital, police station, and morgue in San Vito. He even took his own

men. They searched every port. The Carlisle estate went quiet and boring

again. Vincent thought I wasn't coming back.

Once he stopped being afraid, he started hitting Violet again.

But this time, Violet didn't keep taking it.

She walked into Marcus's office with bruises on her face.

Then she played the classified hard drive on his desk. It contained college

papers, business plans, and board reports. All she had written for

Vincent. That little fraud.

It also contained years of false customs forms, shell company records, even

messages of Vincent ordering her to deal with witnesses.

After listening to the recordings, Marcus sat there for a long time.

When did he start hitting you?

When I was 12.

Did Eve know? She always knew.

Marcus closed his eyes.

I didn't know.

Why didn't you tell me?

Violet looked at him calmly.

I kept waiting for you to notice. You were controlling everything, but you

just didn't care so much.

That night, Marcus broke two of Vincent's ribs.

He removed Vincent from every position in the company, froze his accounts, and

locked him in a guest room under guard.

Eve stormed into Marcus's office.

How could you do that to your own son?

Marcus looked at her.

Then tell me.

What is there about him that's worth protecting?

Eve opened her mouth.

She couldn't think of anything to say.

Marcus put Violet in charge of the investigation.

In only two months, she reorganized the finance department.

She shut down seven shell companies they used for money laundering. She found

three who had been working with the Hawthorns. That was when everyone

finally realized Vincent was never a business genius who had been secretly a

work in praise.

Every plan had praised was written by Violet. At the time, I was near the

border. We had uncovered the truth about what happened 26 years ago.

The men who attacked little me had been hired by the Hawthorn.

The truck wasn't carrying normal cargo.

but Stolen handled the transportation.

When the operation was exposed, the Hawthorne sent people to clean up the

evidence. That was how I went missing.

Now they were using the same route to move drugs again.

A bullet hit the side of my waist.

I spent four days in the hospital, but we finally won.

I took the evidence and went back to San Vito.

When I returned to the Carlisle estate, Marcus nearly fell down the front steps.

He rushed towards me.

It looked like he wanted to hug me.

But he stopped himself.

Where were you?

Working. What kind of job makes you disappear for three months?

I can't tell. You could have left a note! I forgot.

Then he saw the bandage around my waist under my shirt, and his face changed.

Were you badly hurt?

Just a small wound. It doesn't matter.

You have to get a medical exam. You're really loud.

I walked around him and went to my room.

I'd just taken off my coat.

The door opened.

Violet stood there.

She looked different from the woman I'd seen three months earlier.

She wasn't using heavy makeup to hide her face anymore.

There was more confidence in her eyes.

She even had a small smile on her face.

She looked more relaxed.

Like she finally walked out of the beautiful glass box.

Jacqueline, you are back! Hold on.

You're hurt. The bandage around my waist was already soaked with blood. It's

nothing. Let me check it. No.

Why? I thought we are friends now.

Pain made my nerves feel too sharp. I could hear her breathing.

I could smell the perfume on her skin.

It's not in a good state right now.

Does this happen a lot?

That's why you need to stay away.

She hesitated for only a few seconds before walking towards me again.

Would you bully me again?

No.

Then that's enough.

I have seen blood before.

She came closer and removed my bandage.

The injury was worse than she had expected.

Her hand shook.

That is a gunshot wound. The bullet only grazed me, luckily. You could have died.

Not even close, I think. I wish.

She looked up. Her eyes were red.

Why didn't you tell me before you left? What difference?

At least I would know you didn't leave because of me. Of course not.

She took out the first aid kit and started treating the wound.

Does it hurt?

Yeah. As the needle passed through my skin, she was too close.

The smell of roses mixed with the antiseptic.

I got a little dizzy because too much blood lost.

I thought you weren't coming back. I told you you left the message. I did

tell you to leave here.

So that's why you came back again?

I came back because I still have work to finish.

Her expression fell a little.

And because you're still here. She looked up.

Therefore, I have to look away.

Done with the bandage. You should go. I need some sleep.

She stood up and smiled.

You're really bad at talking to people. A lot of them say that. I grew up with

farm animals. I'm starting to believe it.

She stood and walked toward the door.

Then she turned around.

Hey, sister.

What? Welcome back.

This time, I didn't want her to leave.

Trouble showed up the next day.

Adrian came to the Carlisle estate with two lawyers and several police officers.

He already knew Violet was looking into the Hawthorne's money. He also knew she

planned to end the engagement.

Adrian threw a legal notice onto the table. You need to stop accessing

Carlisle files.

Immediately. Violet sat beside me. I created those files.

Why not?

You only worked for the Carlisle family, not in trust fund. I never signed an

employment contract.

Only to make it worse.

Adrian looked at her coldly. It means you've been accessing company

information without permission.

Violet didn't answer.

Don't forget who got you into San Vito.

You were nothing.

Violet's fingers slowly curled into a fist.

I stood up.

This has nothing to do with you.

She's my fiancé. Not for much longer.

Violet looked at him holdenly.

Before I said anything, Adrian walked close to me.

He pressed his finger on me.

Miss Blackwood, with a few ranches and a bunch of cowboys, that give you the

right to put your hand on us?

I caught his finger and bent it backward.

Bone broke.

Adrian screamed and fell to his knees.

The police officers drew their guns.

I stayed where I was.

Jacqueline, have you lost your mind? He touched me first.

You just broke a state senator's son's finger.

So? So they'll send you to prison.

Arrest her!

Adrian held his hand, sweating from the pain.

The officers started towards me. Then we heard vehicles outside.

More than a dozen black SUVs drove in a state and stopped nearby.

Licensed security officers and tactical vests quickly secured the gates.

Frances Beckett walked into the room. Blackwood attorneys followed her, along

with two federal investigators.

Mrs. Beckett?

Marcus recognized her. Fran looked at me first, then turned to Adrian.

Since when does the San Vito Police Department enter private property and

arrest people without a warrant? The lead officer's expression changed at

once. She just attacked me!

Adrian clenched his teeth. Fran stepped forward.

There are security cameras in this room. We'll be happy to give the full

recording to the attorney.

She handed a document to Adrian's lawyer.

Mrs. Moore, we need you to confirm where several payments went.

I'm ready.

Marcus looked around the room as if he were still trying to understand what was

happening. Who are you?

Jacqueline Blackwood. I know your name. Then why are you asking?

She's the operations manager of Red Rock Ranch.

She's also the first fishier of the Blackwood family trust.

For once, he had nothing to say.

Mrs. Blackwood asked me to tell you that Jack came to the Carlisle estate to

investigate your shipping route.

She never came here for your docs.

Marcus's expression changed. He looked like someone had punched him in the

face. So she never planned to stay?

No.

Fran looked at me.

I didn't answer.

Violet walked to my side and gently took my hand.

The Hawthorne family fell faster than anyone expected.

The Blackwood Group announced it was ending all business with banks,

companies, and shipping controlled by Hawthorne. In less than 48 hours, the

Hawthorne ran out of money.

Violet handed over the records.

The convoy attack from 26 years ago was reopened too.

Adrian was suspended from the attorney's office.

His engagement to Violet was officially ended.

Things didn't go well for Vincent either. He was linked to money

laundering, forged records, ordering an attack, and destroying evidence.

I'm the only heir to the Carlisle family!

As the police took him away, he kept shouting.

Marcus stood at the door and watched.

He didn't try to save his son.

Eve tried to destroy evidence and came under investigation too.

Before she left the estate, she looked at Violet. She renamed it Violet. Her

eyes were full of hate.

We raised you for over 20 years.

Violet looked back at her calmly.

And I spent years paying you back.

Eve had nothing to say.

The Carlisle was forced to break apart.

Marcus gave up every illegal part of the business.

Then stepped down as chairman.

That was the only way he could save some of the legal parts.

He offered Violet the full control of business.

I'll help you finish, but I won't stay here as a Carlisle. She re-refused. She

went back to using her legal name, Violet Moore. She was no longer anyone's

adopted daughter. She was no longer anyone's fiancé or scapegoat. She

belonged to herself.

And my sister.

On the day we left San Vito, Marcus stood outside and watched me.

Will you ever come back?

Maybe.

You were born here. Where you're born doesn't decide where you belong.

Is Margaret Blackwood a good mother?

Yes. That's good.

He was quiet for a minute.

Then he looked at Violet.

Take care of her.

I raised an eyebrow.

She doesn't need anyone to take care.

Violet stood beside me.

Sometimes I do, girl.

I turned to look at her.

Marcus managed a small smile.

At least call me once in a while.

We'll see.

Can't you say one nice thing?

I put on my cowboy hat and climbed onto my horse.

Nope. Bye.

Violet looked at the large black horse.

Can't we drive there? If you're going to live on a ranch, you need to learn how

to ride. Right now?

Right now.

Slow down. He's walking. That's walking to you. It feels fast to me.

Port San Vito slowly disappeared behind us.

The buildings, docks, warehouses, and cranes along the water grew smaller.

Open land appeared on both sides of the road.

By evening, we had reached the Red Rock area.

The setting sun turned the canyon red.

The windmill in the distance turned slowly.

Cattle were heading gotten used to the horse's movement.

She turned her head and looked at me.

Jacqueline. Yeah?

Why did you choose me?

Because you're a terrible actist.

She frowned.

That's the only reason? You're also good with money.

What? Red Rock Ranch needs a new finance manager.

So you brought me home because you want me to do your books?

The pay is good.

Jacqueline Blackwood?

What? You're really bad at talking.

I gently touched my heel to the horse's side. He picked up speed.

Violet gasped as I wrapped an arm around her waist and rested my head on her

shoulder. If you hate me that much, you can get off and walk.

I held her tighter.

Then I looked toward the sunset.

There was a smile in her voice.

No. Let's go home.

I pulled my hat lower.

The black horse carried us toward Red Rock Ranch.

The sunset stretched across the open land.