The Ranch: Evolutions
The Ranch: Evolutions
"Tell me, Tara. You do know you can't win now. The only ending here is gonna be a bullet to the head when I'm done messing you up. Trust me, you'll beg for it to end," he let a broad grin play across his face.
"Right now, you're just boring me to death."
"See! There's that spunk again! Death is staring you in the face and yet, you're defiant! I love that! Too bad we couldn't have met under different circumstances. I'm betting we could have been good friends and associates!" he lunged forward but stopped short of getting within engagement range. Instead, he started circling.
"Are your knees getting weaker? I think they are. You're as white as a ghost. Honestly, I don't know how you're still standing," his taunts weren't far from the truth. The knife in my hand was growing heavy, my feet were slow to move, and my vision was beginning to blur.
My legs finally buckled, no longer able to support my weight I collapsed to my knees. My blade clattered to the pavement. I was done. I knew I'd lost too much blood; I couldn't take enough oxygen into my lungs. I raised my head and tried to focus on Keith. He walked toward me, kicking the knife well out of my reach. He put the tip of the bat in the middle of my chest and pushed. Unable to resist either him or gravity, I toppled over backward.
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January 12th, 2023
I remember the day the gates closed and stayed closed. I remember it like it was only yesterday. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the medical building, the American flag gently flapping in the breeze behind us, my father's hand on my shoulder. I'll never forget the way he apologized to me, the sadness in his eyes. He said he wished he could have done more to prevent what happened; he felt a horrible guilt about the way things turned out.
While the ranch had been a virtual beehive of activity, when that front gate closed with a metallic clang, everyone froze. There was a silence casting a pall over the entire ranch. No one spoke nor did they dare move. Even the livestock were unusually quiet. It was as if they too had sensed what had happened. The dire consequences of human actions had stunned every living thing at the ranch into silence.
It would be months before the cloak would begin to lift. It was an abnormally harsh and early winter that followed the mellow days of September. Over the course of the winter, we finally began to understand the magnitude of the devastation outsi
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"Tell me, Tara. You do know you can't win now. The only ending here is gonna be a bullet to the head when I'm done messing you up. Trust me, you'll beg for it to end," he let a broad grin play across his face.
"Right now, you're just boring me to death."
"See! There's that spunk again! Death is staring you in the face and yet, you're defiant! I love that! Too bad we couldn't have met under different circumstances. I'm betting we could have been good friends and associates!" he lunged forward but stopped short of getting within engagement range. Instead, he started circling.
"Are your knees getting weaker? I think they are. You're as white as a ghost. Honestly, I don't know how you're still standing," his taunts weren't far from the truth. The knife in my hand was growing heavy, my feet were slow to move, and my vision was beginning to blur.
My legs finally buckled, no longer able to support my weight I collapsed to my knees. My blade clattered to the pavement. I was done. I knew I'd lost too much blood; I couldn't take enough oxygen into my lungs. I raised my head and tried to focus on Keith. He walked toward me, kicking the knife well out of my reach. He put the tip of the bat in the middle of my chest and pushed. Unable to resist either him or gravity, I toppled over backward.
Excerpt
January 12th, 2023
I remember the day the gates closed and stayed closed. I remember it like it was only yesterday. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the medical building, the American flag gently flapping in the breeze behind us, my father's hand on my shoulder. I'll never forget the way he apologized to me, the sadness in his eyes. He said he wished he could have done more to prevent what happened; he felt a horrible guilt about the way things turned out.
While the ranch had been a virtual beehive of activity, when that front gate closed with a metallic clang, everyone froze. There was a silence casting a pall over the entire ranch. No one spoke nor did they dare move. Even the livestock were unusually quiet. It was as if they too had sensed what had happened. The dire consequences of human actions had stunned every living thing at the ranch into silence.
It would be months before the cloak would begin to lift. It was an abnormally harsh and early winter that followed the mellow days of September. Over the course of the winter, we finally began to understand the magnitude of the devastation outsi
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