The next morning at breakfast, she went over all the days chores that needed to be done.
“you can ride to school today, take Jester. But you come straight home,. Ya hear!” she told her son.
Jacob would be eleven on his next birthday.
“Yes, mam.” he replied as he shoved the remains of a biscuit in his mouth, grabbed his books and headed out the door.
“I need help with the fence when you get home.”
Her husband had been dead almost a year. He was framed for a crime he did not commit and hung. It was all so the Talbots could get a hand on their farm, she knew. “But how to prove and why?” she thought to herself, over and over.
Joshua Talbot was the wealthiest rancher in the territory and always managed to get what he wanted.
She couldn’t prove it, yet, but she would be Damned if she was gonna sell out to the likes of him.
Her young son had been forced to grow up much faster in the past months and this farm was all she had to leave him.
She got up and cleared the breakfast dishes from the table.