Tate could not remember a day where he had worked this hard in his life, other than the week after his father had died and he was trying his best to make everything go away. He wanted to get rid of the feeling of hate and sorrow that he felt, at just eighteen he had lost his father and his mother that was a story that he no longer wanted to think about.
He looked around from where he was fixing the fence, yet again and all his ranchmen preoccupied themselves with other matters of the ranch. He knew what was wrong. For the past week he had been mad at his ranchmen for no obvious reason, well Viola was the reason.
He was still mad at her, for making a fool of him and making him fall in love with her and altering his moods to the point where she controlled his everyday life. The worst of al
