Chapter Nineteen
“This is not the story that I wrote,” Lana said as she looked around the room.
She expected to see eyes narrowed, lips curled, and fingers pointing at her to get out. Most of the residents of the Purple Heart Ranch looked at her with compassion and concern. Many of the women stood, forming a semi-circle around her. But what comforted Lana most, was the man standing at her back.
Mac hadn’t said much after reading the story and then driving her here to the ranch. He hadn’t left her side for a moment as Dylan Banks gathered the soldiers and their families to hear about the scathing article that defamed their homestead and way of life.
“Well, it is the story that I wrote,” Lana said. “My editor sent me here to tell a story of this place being a cult.”
Dylan, whose feature
