Page 40 of Look at Her and Die

Hours later, when the night was so dark that I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, I once again questioned my life decisions.

Cutter, Chevy and I had worked all day getting the cows finished up.

The women had helped with the vaccinating and the branding, but they hadn’t wanted to cut any testicles off.

My phone beeped, and I picked it up and glanced at the screen.

Scottie:

How’d today go?

Me:

Questioning my life choices. Are you sure you want this ranch?

It wasn’t a joke, either.

She must’ve realized it, too, because she replied seriously.

Scottie:

Not if you’re going to work yourself to death.

I sighed, wondering how to answer that.

Maybe the issue today was more hands on deck.

Yates had been there, as had Yates’s brother, Bridge.

But a lot of my hands had left for college or headed back to high school, leaving me a fuck of a lot shorthanded.

I had the money.

The ranch was doing good, other than needing a shit ton of work.

Maybe the choice here was to outsource the help.

Scottie:

You’ve already accomplished so much. Sell the cows, then put the place on the market.

She made it sound so damn easy.

Me:

I don’t think I’m going to ever be able to sell this place. I’d feel like I was letting Dad down.

Scottie:

Dad felt the same way. And where did that get him?

She had me there.

Me:

Go to bed. Don’t you have an eight o’clock class in the morning?

Scottie:

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