CHAPTER 22
That same afternoon, in a small village near Cope Fullerton, where Charlotte worked with the injured mountie horses, a group of men invaded her land, they had a court order and she should leave within forty-eight hours of that place, taking only his personal possessions, such as clothes, photos, and only a cart and the horse to pull it. Mountie animals were rounded up and sent to the nearest mountie battalion. The other animals and land were being confiscated to pay Tomas Thorton's debt to William Thatcher, already hanging in court for years, according to information from that court official present there. According to them, the collection had not been carried out, as they had not been able to contact her previously, charlote was open-mouthed, with all that, as she never knew anything about that debt, to tell the truth she neither knew nor had heard of it from William Thatcher to today and what business could Tomas have made with this man? Charlotte entered the house and after dismissing and paying her employees, she began to pack things, there were many armed pinkersons on her property, so she thought it best to follow orders without much trouble, she could not fight now, she needed to find Jack and find out what was going on... Charlotte, took the box of letters from her children, that's when she noticed a telegram on top of the table, which someone had placed there, and she still hadn't read it...
MARRIED TODAY JACK AND ELIZABETH LOVE. WILLIAN THATCHER AND CHARLES
— My son marrying the love of his life, what a beautiful thing. This girl, from her letters, seems like a sweetheart. But… wait a minute… Elizabeth Thatcher… Thatcher… is she William Thatcher's daughter? This cannot happen, it is not possible. I will not allow this marriage.
Charlotte lay down that night, and tried to rest in every possible way, she turned to one side, turned to the other, but she still couldn't swallow that story. Because of that Thatcher family, they were losing their farm and Jack had no idea that his wife was in on the whole thing. She was going to Hope Valle, she was going to end it all. Jack could only be mesmerized by this girl, a Thatcher would never be good enough for a Thorton. When the day was almost dawning, Charlotte fell asleep and ended up dreaming of her late husband. He looked beautiful, him there with his shirt off, lying with her in his arms, like he had on his last night before he died.