My Father Brought A Locksmith To Sell My Ranch

coat open now, cold getting in, pride leaking out slower. He looked past me toward the house, the barn, the line of fencing heading west.

He said, “You’d call the law on your own father?”

I said, “You brought a locksmith to my house.”

He opened his mouth, but nothing useful came.

Wade still had one foot in his old life where volume could beat facts.

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