L Shaped Ranch Novels & Stories

She waited for a response, but none came. Meanwhile, Gillow read Arda’s message with a stoic expression, his eyes dark with determination. “We shall see about that,” he muttered to himself. She would regret her decisions. They all would. --- Chester drove through the gates of an expansive, luxurious ranch surrounded by wooden fencing and nestled among rolling hills. The ranch was made up of several smaller wooden houses and a grand master house at its center. A couple of blue-green swimming pools glistened in the sunlight, one larger than the other, enhancing the idyllic scenery.

He smoothed his hand over one of the maps, pressing down the corners. "The Double R Ranch covers ten thousand acres and borders with Mexico here." He drew a line with his forefinger. "The Rio Grande is narrow enough to row across in minutes at that point, and certainly you can wade or swim it without a problem." He traced another line. "We spent a fortune installing barbed wire strategically enough to discourage people. We thought. But they just cut it. We fix it, and they move to another section." "It takes more than fencing to discourage these people," Kris commented.

Asher smiled at Lilly, “but you have to promise that you will not go out there on your own, okay?” “Otay,” She smiled as he unbuckled her from her car seat. “You like, Trouble?” Raze asked wrapping his arm around her shoulders as she looked at all the open land then the huge house in front of her. “There’s like no neighbors as far as I can see,” She gasped. “It’s so….so….so country!” “Yeah,” Asher nodded. “We’re out on 100 acres, we like our privacy. Mom always wanted a ranch, so Dad made sure she got her dream.”

To build mine. It was a one-hour ride to reach the ranch-style house, which was surprisingly modest-looking. Gray brick, open red shutters, sloping eaves, and a big, open-plan porch. Adorning it were freely grazing cattle. Cows, elk, and sheep with shepherd dogs running around. A piercing sting of consciousness hit my heart. This is what I wanted for my child. This carefree, unthinking existence.

“That sounds ridiculously expensive, especially if it takes time to eliminate the threat. How could we afford that?’ Max looked sheepish. “Remember when I said my family owns a ranch? Well, the ranch is more like a large farm, it’s actually a number of large farms in Colorado.” “How large are we talking?” Abby asked warily. “Spanning over 120,000 acres of land. One of the largest cattle ranches in the US. My family employs 70 people. Their total worth is more than $1.1 billion.” Abby stared at him as if he’d grown two heads. Max continued, “I’ve never been involved in the business, but my dad insisted on giving me 15,000 acres. Selling just a third of that would secure a safe house with all

Dianthe sigh and lean on her husband’s hard chest. Downstairs, the library—once the war room for the "Titan" defense—had been reclaimed. Greg and Amber sat at the large mahogany table, but the stacks of legal briefs had been pushed aside to make room for architectural sketches and real estate listings. "I like this one," Amber said, sliding a printout across the table. It was a sprawling ranch-style house nestled in the hills of the Hill Country, surrounded by ancient oaks and enough land to ensure total privacy. "It’s not a fortress, Greg. It’s a home."

Brushing her mane. We reached the wooden gate framing a long driveway. There is a hanging sign that reads “SCHUYLER RANCH”. Burly leads out a grand entrance lined with wooden three rail-fence. On either side is a green pastureland dotted with cows. To the left is the huge red barn, where I spent my first night with Bay. Ahead on the left also, is a one story building rambler.

The ranch where she grew up, though small, had been lonely with just her and her mother. They reached the exit door. Layla shook her head. “It’s miserable. I want something exciting in my life— wonder, hope, adventure.” She hit the metal bar on the double doors and pushed it open. They stepped outside, the sprawling acres and hills of Grey Wolf ranchlands spread before them. They stood at the edge of a veritable village of buildings and homes, all centered around one massive major compound complex. In the distance, the ranchlands stretched as far as the eye could see. They had to be sitting on more than one hundred thousand acres of land. Isabella’s cowgirl heart ached with desire.

Alexandra blushed, humbled by the praise and grateful for the opportunity to learn under Lloyd's guidance. As the conversation flowed, Lloyd transitioned into discussing the plan for the following day's cattle drive and branding. With over 340,000 acres at his disposal, he explained that his ranch hands had already begun driving the cattle, but there was still a final leg to be covered. Jeremy and Alexandra would assist in driving the remaining herd, ensuring it reached the designated grazing area.

I asked Michael just out of curiosity. "Yeah, many times, I like watching horse racing on the ranch. Also the pack's company–the Crescent construction company is the one responsible for building the Highland Ranch. I'm just happy that the ranch is still surviving and well after all those years." Michael replied to me and then he laid his hand in front of me and motion for me to take his hand. I immediately grabbed Michael’s hand and then we went out to the penthouse.