Chapter Six
Collin pulled up to Pemberley Ranch. The sprawling ninety-acre ranch was the largest in the whole county. It had been in the family since his English ancestors had crossed the ocean centuries ago. The large mansion looked like something out of a gothic painting, nothing like the one-story ranches that made up most of the community. Despite its size and majesty, only one person occupied the home full time. And that man strode toward Collin now.
"Collin." Fitz Darcy tipped his well-worn cowboy hat in greeting as he came toward Collin.
The two men were of equal height, both standing over six feet tall. They were of equal build, both having spent most of their lives working out of doors with animals. The same dark hair, light eyes, and patrician nose used to look down upon other
