23 year old Raven is about to meet her match in 36 year old Coal - the eldest son of Devonshire Ranch. This cowboy has a broken heart and distrusts deeply - but so does Raven. Having no home and wandering about from state to state, Raven looks for t...
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LATEST NEWS, 14th of January 2024: A WILD RAVEN is now LIVE on Galatea!
NEW Update 29th of December 2023: We have a release date! A WILD RAVEN WILL BE PUBLISHED on the GALATEA app on the 14th of January 2024!
Update 17th of November 2023:Hey everyone! A Wild Raven got a PUBLISHING DEAL with Inkitt / Galatea so I have had to remove the full story for now. 5 chapters remain as a sample. I will send out a notification when A Wild Raven is published on Galatea! It's currently going through editing. I am planning a sequel as well.
Raven's POV
It had been three days since I arrived for my stay on Devonshire Ranch. I was getting paid to help with the upkeep of the horses, plus any other odd jobs where they might need an extra hand.
It's busy and wild, that's for sure.
It was a massive ranch, with lots of family running amok.
Uncle Grey and Aunt Jean welcomed me to their homestead on the right of the property. The main homestead was a massive mansion run by Ken Wilde, Trish Wilde and their four daughters and two sons.
The four daughters were Annabelle, Izabella, Bella and Bell... the last two who were twins.
I thought naming them all similar was somewhat ridiculous until I met them, and they were all so utterly different that I just didn't care anymore how their names crisscrossed.
Annabelle was 35 and a vet, usually in town during the day, she was the eldest daughter. Izabella was 17 and always dressed in black, staring out a window reading a book. Bella and Bell were 16, the only twins I had ever met that didn't enjoy each other's company. Bell had already dropped out of school and moved out – more like, 'ran away' – to live in town with her mysterious boyfriend. Bella hated boys and just wanted to work hard on the ranch.
The two Wilde sons I hadn't met yet, although I would very soon – since they had gone off searching for missing cows, as the fences at the back of the 10 thousand acre ranch had been sabotaged and the cows had been chased, yes, chased – far, far away. Timothy was the youngest, fourteen and I was told he was quietly happy to be a cowboy, with a girlfriend, Haline, staying out at the ranch from school for the holidays.
Haline and I had become good friends even though I was twenty-three and she was nine years younger. We hung out together since we were both guests this holiday season.
The eldest son was called Coal, he was thirty-six years old.
Apparently he had – had-had – a wife from a big city, but she divorced and took their three kids to that big city, on the other side of the world. That happened two years ago and they had been married ten years before that. I did not understand how his ex-wife managed to leave with full custody so easily, but apparently she knew people who knew people who knew all the right fuckin' people – and by the time she managed to take his kids away, Coal was unapproachable.
