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[Something I started, I don't remember how. Lol. But its supposed to go that this boy's father dies. He gets his ranch and then he and one of the workers fall in love. And the worker just happens to be a Native American. This is basically all I have on it, though I do have a few paragraphs written from later on in the story.]


I suppose there was a time in my life, when I get was growing up, that I wondered about my biological father. I remember asking mom about it once or twice, she put soap in my mouth and told me never to ask again. Her flavor of the year was my father, or so she said.

Sure they were. I have memories of sitting in parks on the days that baseball games were held for junior or little leagues, watching as the other boys’ fathers yelled and screamed and rooted for them. Dreamed of a father like that, one that would pat me on the back when I did something good and say it was okay if I screwed something up. But none of my fathers ever did that. They would pat on the head from time to time but that was about the only attention I got from them, and that was only if mom was in the room with us.

I think I stopped worrying about things like that around the time I entered high school. I had other things to worry about other then a father I would never have, like avoiding the school bullies at my private school that my mom shipped me off to. I never understood why they picked on me so much. My roommate tried to explain it to me once, I think, but I wasn’t paying attention at the time, my split lip was of more importance then what the other boy was saying to me.

Still, I never thought that my father even knew about me. I mean, who knows about their son and never tries to get in touch with him? Apparently mine, if the man in front of me is telling me the truth. Imagine the surprise I got when my father’s lawyer shows up on the front porch of my cottage in England, with a will in hand, along with the test results of a long ago fraternity test. Really! I come here for peace and quiet so I could finish up my book and I get this dropped in my lap! Who would have guessed. Not me apparently.

“Mr. Edwards?” The man across from me asked as I stared wide eyed at the papers in front of me. I didn’t even have my father’s last name, I had my mother’s maiden name. Edwards. Though my mother must have known who my father was. My middle name is his first; Kane. Why would she keep me from knowing who my father was? Something like this I‘ve been aching to know since I was a small child. My mother must have had some doubt about who my father was, why the fraternity test if not? I shook my head after a moment tearing my eyes away from the printed words and my thoughts.

“Yes, I’m sorry. What were you saying?” I asked as I looked up at the man in front of me. He was wearing his best suit, Armani, I think. He was well muscled for being a lawyer, someone from the states too. His brown hair was cut short, slightly spiked over his forehead, not a style that I would choose for most men in a suit, but he pulled it off. He was nervous, his finger tips kept twitching and his body fidgeted sitting in one of the floral chairs that mother had sent me as a present from Asia.

“Well your father- I mean, Mr. Paxton, in his will said that this was to go to his only son.” He laid a manila envelope on the table over top of the other papers that he had already handed over to me. “It’s the deed to the ranch that he owned over in the states. He doesn’t say what he wants you to do with it, only that he wants you to have it.” He explained briefly as I opened the envelope and peered at the deed within. My eyes traveled over the deed, flipping through the pages.

“He didn’t even know me, but he’s handing over his 200 acre ranch to me? This is crazy! What am I supposed to do with it? I live in Europe for gods sake! I haven’t even been to the United States since I was child!”

“You don’t really have an accent for living in Europe all of your life.” The lawyer muttered as he sipped at the rose tea I had offered him when he first got here. Before all of this was thrown at me. I looked over the pages at him and glared. “Mr. Paxton had the same look on his face when I tried to talk him into giving the will to one of his best workers.” My eyebrow raised then. “He refused, obviously. He wanted you to have it, no one else. I can’t tell you what to do or even how about deciding but you are his son, you’ll do the right thing.” I snorted.

“Thanks, but I’m not going to take this.” His face looked rather shocked as I said this. I guess he thought I was going to move my whole life around because my father, that I didn’t even know existed till a few minutes ago, left me this farm. Sorry but I’m comfortable in my life. I have everything I could ever want.

Except for a mother that cares about you. Or a father that gives a damn that you wanted to play catch in the front yard. Or friends that invite you out to go to dinner, just because. Or- Okay, okay. I get it, my life sucks. Maybe going to the States would help. I gave a sigh at the voice in my head.

“But, but- Mr. Edwards! I-” The lawyer didn’t know what to say. “Your father wanted you to have it! Maybe he just wanted you to sell it so he could say that he did something for his son or something, but he wanted it to go to you! Mr. Edwards you are supposed to have this.” I didn’t think that lawyers were supposed to be so informal.

“Let me think about it for a few days.” I stated, a sigh falling from my lips as I reached a hand behind my head to rub at the back of my neck. Just what I need when my publisher is already breathing down my neck about getting this book done. That seemed to work, the lawyer getting himself back in order.

“Thank you Mr. Edwards.”

And so that is why I am now sitting next to the very same lawyer, Juan Roland, on my way, after my long plane ride, to see this so called ranch of mine that was passed down to me from a father I had never met before. This is going to be interesting and mom is going to kill me when she finds out, if my publisher doesn‘t get to me first that is.

“You know your father was rather well respected around here.” Juan stated from beside me. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye through my sunglasses. Who knew the Western United States were so sunny. My skin will be burning and peeling by the end of day two, I can guarantee it. “He got the local Native American Tribe to work well with the towns people.” I snorted. That sounded like something I would hear from a novel about Pocahontas and John Smith or something of the like. Not now when everyone was supposed to be equal in American, land of the free.

“What were the natives trying to go for another Battle of Little Bighorn or something?” I asked, rather rudely I must admit, but I was tired! I just spent hours and days on planes! I wanted to sleep in a real bed again! The man next to me shook his head.

“No, nothing like that. Just some disagreements and the like.”

“People are always getting into disagreements with each other, there is no need for a peacemaker.” It was the lawyer’s turn to snort.

“So your saying that people should be allowed to go off and kill each other over a problem that wasn’t that big of deal to begin with?”

“Sure. Do what they want. The planet is over populated anyway.” I shrugged my shoulders then, I was in a really sore mood.