Courtney turned slowly toward me with no arrogance left in her eyes. “Are you the owner?” she whispered.
“I have been for eighteen years,” I answered. “But he told me he was going to sell it to me and showed me documents,” she stammered.
“Those documents were fakes,” I told her. The deputy approached Miller and asked if he had impersonated the owner.
“He took my money and sold me something that wasn’t his,” Courtney whispered as she began to tremble. Then the deputy looked at me and asked what I wanted to do.
I thought about the way she spat at my feet and how she treated me like trash on my own land. The worst part was knowing someone had turned our sanctuary into a shady business.
“I want everyone off my ranch, but I will not report the guests since they were lied to as well,” I said. I looked at Miller and told the deputy that I definitely wanted to press charges against him.
Courtney took a step toward me with eyes filled with real shame. “I thought that…” she started to say, but I just nodded because I already knew.
When the police opened Miller’s truck, the full truth finally shattered everything.
