My Father Brought A Locksmith To Sell My Ranch

evening, right as the sky turned the color of old steel, I carried a chair onto the porch and sat with a blanket over my legs and a beer in my hand. The camera light at the gate blinked once. Solid. Watching.

The ranch made its usual noises.

Tin ticking as the cold settled in.

A horse from the property down the road blowing through its nose.

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