“Why would Dad tell you the ranch was yours, but not change it in his will?” I ask. I feel Cash shrug. The motion has him pressing his belly flush against my back. My pulse spikes. I ignore it. “I don’t know.” “But you said he and Goody worked closely together? Wouldn’t she have urged him to put that in the will?” “Goody was always at the ranch, yeah. Why do you think she was able to tack up a horse so quickly? She’s ridden that filly so often, it’s practically hers at this point.” “Ah. Right.” “But, yeah, I imagine he thought he’d get around to changing the will, and then…who plans to drop
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