My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
“Hold it right there,” I said, backing up three steps into the gravel driveway to get a better view. “A little to the left on the hook.”
She adjusted the sign, her fingers tight around the black metal scrollwork. The new letters were forged from solid iron, spelling out Second Chances Ranch in a plain, clean script that my father would have approved of.
“Is that straight?” Elena asked, her voice muffled slightly by the wind. She held her wooden clipboard tight against her ribs with her elbow as she reached for the mounting screws.
“It is perfect,” I said, stepping forward to hand her the heavy brass screwdriver. “Just tighten that middle bracket and it won’t budge during the winter storms.”
She worked the screw into the pre-drilled hole, her movements precise and deliberate. Since we had signed the papers making her a forty percent partner in the breeding and training operation, she had spent every spare hour organizing the tack room and rebuilding the main corral.
