Hank’s POV
“I need to order more of my sleeping pills, tack, feed..” June’s list went on and on while I silently fumed from the side.
How the hell did she survive a month without all of these fuckers bleeding her dry? I wondered. Things were hard enough on ranches for a man and woman together; but a small thing such as herself would more than likely starve. Since I had taken it upon myself to act as her protector for a stake of her land, the least I could do is set her up to succeed for the future.
“Do you have a pen and paper?” I asked Paul, watching him jump slightly as I interrupted June.
“S-sure! Let me get that for you.” Paul was quick to act, not wanting another verbal beating from me, I was sure. He brought it over and left me be as he continued to make a list with June. I neede
