A/N: So this is a re-write of the re-write [LOL] of the original story, which I didn't particularly like. So please read, relax and review! Till next Time! ;)

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The Grand Forester Ranch

Chapter One

I had moved to Chicago four years earlier, having left my home town of Stars Hollow, Connecticut as the confident man my grandfather had taught me to be; with my shoulders set back, head held high, and pride pumping through my bones.

I could no longer be deemed as the – 'tall, skinny, lanky kid', known to many as – 'bagboy' for Taylor Doose's grocery store, that people thought they could passed over for nothing more than a mere country boy whose life would begin and end in Stars Hollow.

No that was definitely not the words people in Chicago would describe me as now. I had built the respect and honour of a well-built and strong man, who worked really hard all day long, running my late grandfather's property; The Grand Forrester Ranch: a homestead where people fame from all over the world just to be able to experience the proper way of a cowboy's life, and I was damn near proud of what my grandfather had built.

All my life, I had unknowingly been groomed from the moment I was born to take over the legacy that my great, great, great grandfather, Rydalle Francis Forester had created in the 1800s. I had pretty much watched my grandfather work every day of his life, and knew the ranch like the back of my hand.

I was proud to say that I knew exactly what was expect of me to be able to work the ranch as the new boss man. Ranch life was in my bones, it was just like breathing, and I knew that it was the exact feelings my forefathers had felt before me.

Rydalle had started off with a couple of acres, and kept building onto his foundation as he acquired new businesses, and his son after him and so on, did the same also, making it one of Chicago's most popular homesteads.

We ran countless of programs on the ranch. As an Inn, a riding school and it even had guests staying as though they were living the real life of a cowboy. We even had a couple of guests stay, who had chosen to stay on and worked for the property. It was truly a great experience in life.

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Flashback

I had come to Chicago for my grandfather's funeral. He had been a great man, and I would miss him very deeply. It had floored me so much that I could not believe such a man like my grandfather could die. He had always seemed to be the strongest person I had ever known, almost indestructible.

He had always acted as though nothing could hurt him. He had seemed to be built of steel. I supposed every man had weaknesses. It would only be a matter of time, till something found its way to destroy a person. Said for the likes of human nature I guess.

It came in the form of a tumour in my grandfather's back. He had been such a trooper in all that pain he was going through. He had stilled worked every day on the ranch, like there was nothing wrong with him. He was such a tower of strength for me. I drew my strength to live one day at a time with him.

He had even worked all the way up to the week before he was admitted into hospital. He had been given a 'double dose', whatever that had meant. But all I was told was that my 'grandfather new no pain when he had passed away'. I was relieved to hear that. I did not want to know that my grandfather had trudge away his last moments in pain.

After the funeral we were all asked to come to my grandfather's grand office, where, I could still picture him; sitting there with a cigar in mouth and hand, taking sips at his coffee with the other, as he read the newspaper or did some work calculating this or that.

Now here we all gathered in the once happy room, at the reading of ny grandfathers will and last testament. My builder-father – Thomas, nurse-mother – Hope, freshman-college-sister – Melissa, lawyer-Uncle – James, his trophy-wife – Theresa, and their three children; bar-lady – Sarah , pregnant-all-the-time – Kate and drifter-jobless – William.

"As you are all aware; I am Mister Barton Forester's – lawyer, executor, confidant and most importantly – his friend. I am willing to testimony that Barton Forester was of sound mind, when creating his last will and testament. I am also the co-signer of this will. Barton has left the Sea-Side Resort in Franklin to his youngest son James"

"And the sum of one million dollars to five of his six living grandchildren; Melissa, Sarah, Kate, William and Trinity. And before you ask me who Trinity is – she is his daughter from an affair he had had with Dignity Charms".

Everyone was quiet as the old man read through the notes in front of him. Each one daring not to even breathe, a hollow silence formed in the room, which he had not been surprised that Barry had helped give life to another child. He had all the make-shifts of a womanising man, though they loved him through and through. They did not question any of this, for the respect for their father, grandmother and grandfather.

"The Allomonay House, will be given to Thomas, since he has spent most of his time there with his family. And all the other houses he owns will be shared amongst each of you until the death of Ariela, who has plans of who she will give each place to in her will." he stopped again as he read through more paper work.

"And as you already know, Dean is the eldest grandchild of the eldest son. So he is sole heir to The Grand Forester Ranch, as every first son to first father has done so in the last several generations, and in keeping in tradition. Thank you all for listening and being patient to what I've just said to you. Good evening. Sorry for your lose. He was also a good friend of mine." with that Charles Leslie picked up his things and put it in his brief case and headed out the door.

He stopped by me as he was leaving, "you will need to stop by my office so we can sign contracts now that you are aware that you are now the executor. Also you need to be aware of everything your grandfather dealt with I will be around as long as you want me to be"

"Why thank you, Charlie. Thank you very much for being there for my grandfather. Well I'll be seeing you later through the week" and we patted each other on the back before he left the house.

I was dumbfounded. I had never known in a million years that I would be the one to inherit all of this. I was never made aware even in the extent of my grandfather's deal. I had always thought I would remain in Stars Hollow and live the life of small town man.

End of Flashback

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"The Chronicle called, they want to send over a reporter, so she could write a story about you and how you are coping with running of the Stead. And I suggested, being the all bright kind of guy, that the reporter stay for an entire week, so she could really capture what you are really like, and what it is like to be hands on in the property. What do you think?" Jarrod Opilie asked me, waiting to see how I would react to what he had just said to this.

"I don't know Jarrod; we have so much work to do already, and to have some female report nosing in to how we run things? I'll have to play host, which you know is left for my grandmother to do when she is able, or Jessica and Ryan to do" he said, sounding slightly annoyed at his friend for even saying a single thing to anyone.

"It'll be great for business!" he quipped in, smiling, broad shoulder's back.

"Business is fantastic, and has been since the 1800s Jarrod…"

"Come on, just think about it, okay"

"You already agreed to a date didn't you?" I enquired to my best friend, with a shake of the the head.

"Well yes, I did" he smile grew into an even bigger grin; he knew he had won his friend over again.

"If this ends badly Jarrod, I'm holding you responsible!" I threaten him, and shaking my head again.

"Okay Boss man! She arrives in four days!" he said with a shit-eating grin, tipped his hat and walked out of my office.

Typical Jarrod!