Chapter Five
Cash
Riding one of the horses up the north fence, I saw a Ford truck coming through the pasture on the other side of our fence. As it got closer, I read the sign on the side of the truck: Castle Ranch.
Stopping my horse as the truck pulled to a stop. I got off the horse and went to meet the man who got out.
“Morning,” he called out as he came my way.
“Morning.” I could tell by the man’s age and the way he dressed that this was Richard Castle, the owner of the ranch. The guy at the bar had told me about him. “I think I met your nephew Joey at The Watering Hole last night. You must be Richard Castle.” I extended my hand over the barbed-wire fence.
He shook my hand as he smiled. “And you must be one of Collin’s grandsons.”
“I’m the youngest, Cash. It’s nice to meet you, Mr
