Kayla laid her head against her horse chestnut. She had Chestnut since she was 10. Kayla petted her and turned and left the stable. But now she didn't have anything, not the ranch her horse the cattle, not anything. Just the beat up pick up truck.

Mark Callaway had finally got what he wanted after all these years, her ranch, her home and everything that went with it.

Her Daddy hadn't even been in the ground three days before that slime bag Jeff Wallace from the bank had called with Mark Callaway's offer. She had refused it, but Jeff had reminded her she was going to lose it anyway.

The ranch had fallen into debt the last year and her and her dad had been barely keeping there head above water. Then last week her dad had been out riding the pasture her along with him. A snake had started his horse and threw him. He neck was broke instantly and her dad was gone just like that leaving her with a stack of unpaid bills.

Kayla wiped a stray tear from her eye. There was no time for tears. Callaway was coming to claim his prize tomorrow and she had to leave.

In the end she had to take his offer. It was enough money to pay off the mortgage and all the other unpaid bills piling up. There had been nothing left though.

Kayla didn't know what she was going to do. She didn't have any family. Her mother had died when she was two. It had always been her and her daddy. Well at least she had the truck.

She had all her things already packed in the truck, just personal things, pictures and such. She would take off early in the morning. She didn't know where but hell she didn't have a choice.

She had vowed when she was just a child to never let that man get his hands on her home, and she had failed. Callaway had made periodic visits over the years trying to get her dad to sell but he had always refused and Kayla never hid her dislike of the man when he did show up, even though her dad had always treated him like a friend that was visiting.

Her daddy was just a kind soul and couldn't treat anyone mean, not even that devil.

Then to top it off that little dirt bag from the back, knowing she was broke and had nothing and nowhere to go had propositioned her. He told Kayla he would set her up in a apartment and pay all her bills for certain favors. Kayla had slapped his face and called him a disgusting pig. She felt dirty when he just looked at her, much less the thought of him touching her.

Daddy hadn't raised no whore, he had raised her to respect her self. There was no way she would even consider his offer. She would rather starve.

Kayla looked up at the sound of cars approaching. She seen Jeff's car followed by a big black truck.

"Oh god no." Kayla groaned.

Jeff had said they would be here tomorrow, not today. What the hell were they doing here early?

Kayla stood there in her jeans and t-shirt with her hands on her hips waiting for them.

As soon as Jeff got out of the car she jumped him.

"You little weasel you told me tomorrow, not today." Kayla said heatedly.

"Kayla he decided to come today, he already owns it, there's not much I can do." Jeff said grinning.

Kayla wanted to smack his face but she controlled her self.

Mark stepped out of his truck. He looked at Kayla. The last time he had seen her she was 15 and a real beauty. Damn she was even more so now. He body was the kind meant for a man to hold on to. The kind of hips meant to hold on to and the kind of breast that made your mouth water just to think about. Her eyes still held that same old look of hate in them for him. Her red hair was pulled back in a pony tail but was trying its best to escape and she still had freckles sprinkled liberally across her nose.

"Kayla, I was sorry to hear about yer dad." Mark said.

Kayla looked up at him in anger. He hadn't changed a bit. He had a few more years on him, but it only added to his good looks. He had cut his auburn hair short. He had more tats now; his arms were covered with them. He looked like he was working our more. He looked like he was in wonderful shape. And those damn piercing green eyes of his that could stare a hole through you.

"Oh yea, I just bet your so sorry. So sorry you didn't even wait till his body was cold till you stole my home out from under me." Kayla said and turned around and ran into the stables.

Mark sighed. Business was business. She was too young to understand that.

"Ill go talk to her." Jeff said and started for the stables.