It was, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t still suck.
Ranch life wasn’t the easiest in the world. In fact, I would say that it was one of the hardest jobs a person could have. You couldn’t be soft like the owners of the bison that’d been euthanized earlier. You had to be tough…like Denver.
The sound of heavy equipment started up, and I turned to see a tractor heading our way.
Never waste.
That was the motto, anyway.
Since Denver knew when and how these cows died, they’d all be processed and eaten.
If you couldn’t sell them, then eating them was the next best thing.
“Do you need any help?” I asked, lazily running my fingers over the paint’s neck.
“Nope,” Denver replied gruffly, finally looking up at me. “Thanks for coming out.”
I nodded, hesitant to leave.
DeeDee, however, turned her horse around and said, “I’ll lead you back.”
She had no idea I knew her dad’s land as well as my own.
I used to trespass like a motherfucker.
Denver never said anything, and neither had Denver’s dad when he’d still been a part of the cattle operation side of the Windsor dynasty.
Meaning, I knew this land like the back of my hand and could navigate it probably better than DeeDee could.
I followed anyway, despite my desire to stay.
Though, I immediately scolded myself for thinking that.
Denver wasn’t anyone to me. Just because he was having a bad day, didn’t mean that I had to be nice to him. He wouldn’t do the same for me.
Though, that didn’t stop me from turning around and looking at him a couple of times on my way back to the main ranch house.
Every time I looked, he was staring down at the cows with a ferocious scowl on his face.
Except the last time.
The last time, when I looked back, that scowl was aimed my way.
As if he was pissed as hell I hadn’t gotten there faster…
As if my day couldn’t get any worse, when I got to my apartment later that evening, I saw a note on my door from the lady that owned and rented my apartment to me.
I’d been there four months, and I’d gotten a note a month.
Usually they were telling me that I was being too loud and needed to quiet down—which was hilarious since I spent more time out of the apartment than I did in it—but generally they were nothing to worry about.
When I saw the note pinned to the door like all the others, I didn’t worry too much.
But then I opened it up and saw what was inside.
EVICTION NOTICE
You have 30 days to move out of the property. Any remaining items left in the apartment after thirty days will be forfeited…
