Less is Moore by Anna Castor EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Anna Castor
- Language: English
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Megan bit back the tears while brushing her great-grandfather’s
gray hair from his sweaty forehead.
“Mommy, can we play outside?” Ava said.
Megan peered through the smudged bedroom window, eyeing the endless
green fields before she spotted a pond tucked away behind some trees.
“You and Abby can play on this floor in the other rooms, sweetheart.
We’ll go outside later.”
Her great-grandfather opened one eye. “You and your girls shouldn’t
hang around an old dying man.”
Megan shook her head in denial, the prickling tears finally leaving the
corner of her eye.
“I’ve just found you and now you’re…”
Unspoken heavy words hung between them like a fire blanket,
smothering the erratic hope that they would have time.
“The farm is yours, Megan.”
Megan dropped her hand from his forehead and reached for the towel
next to her great-grandfather’s bed.
“W-what? But… how? Why?”
Her great-grandfather’s frail hand covered his ashen face while a nasty
cough escaped his lips. Megan watched the home health nurse walk out of the
bedroom with the empty glass from his bedside table.
“If it weren’t for that stupid fight over twenty-three years ago, your
mother wouldn’t have snuck away from this farm. But now it’s too late and
she’ll never know how sorry I am.”
Megan used the rumpled end of the towel to dry her tears. She’d wasted
years begging her mother for answers about her family. After her mother
passed away from cancer two weeks ago, her will revealed the information
Megan desperately craved through the address of one Vic Carlisle, who
turned out to be her great-grandfather and only remaining relative.
“You’d make me so proud if you’d keep the farm in the family.”
She brought a hand through her white blonde hair in despair. “But I know
nothing about farming!”
Vic’s watery eyes glistened. “Keep that fire, sweetheart. You’re gonna
need it. The animals aren’t the only ones testing you at first glance around
“They call me The General back home,” she said with half a smile, since
she didn’t really have a home at the moment.
Megan earned the nickname ‘The General’ after single-handedly
throwing out a drunk that kept trash-talking Ivanka in her first week on stage
at the Vegas strip club where Megan worked. Megan shared a sisterhood with
most of the dancers since she couldn’t dance to save her life and always
worked behind the bar.
The girls at the Puffy Lips urged Megan to pack all her things and start
over on a Texas farm. Her best friend, Ivanka, even said that she wouldn’t
think twice if the opportunity would present itself for her to leave Vegas.
Vic held out his hand for the glass of water the nurse brought back from
“General, eh? Good. Rocket definitely needs a general.”
“He’s a mighty fine stallion, although a bit… headstrong.”
The idea of handling a headstrong stallion made her head pound. Megan
was a city girl through and through, but she had her two girls to think about
and would just have to deal with this ‘Rocket’.
Megan took in the dusty ranch bedroom with the dark wooden furniture,
the reddish stained carpet and the brown flowery curtains. Moving from town
to town, Megan and her mother didn’t have a whole lot.
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