Cash (Lucky River Ranch, #1)

by Jessica Peterson

“With all due respect, Goody, that’s incorrect. Garrett said the ranch would go to me.” My head spins. A fist grips my lungs and squeezes. “Excuse me?” “Garrett promised me the ranch.” Cash looks me square in the eye. “Many times, in fact.” Goody frowns. “We don’t have that in writing, I’m afraid.” I stare at Cash. “Are you delusional?” “Are you?” he fires back. “Goody, Garrett said he’d put it in his will. I can have all of Hartsville—every single person—vouch for me. Patsy and John B. The ranch hands. Sally and Tallulah, and, well, everyone heard Garrett say it. Think about it. I know Lucky Ranch better’n anyone. My family’s been in Hartsville for generations⁠—” “He was my dad.” Regardless of the fact that he and I barely spoke over the past decade. “I’m his daughter. What makes you think you’re entitled to his assets? I’ve barely even heard of you.” Cash’s blue eyes burn. “You would have if you’d called or spent any time on the ranch.”