New York City
Rachael had packed most of her clothes and the necessary stuff needed to start her life at the ranch. This was a new beginning she had been working on for so long. The stint in modeling had been unexpected for her but has been most profiting as it gave her the means to start her own boutiques and business had been very profitable. Profitable enough for her to get her ranch back from the cheating ***. The man, who should have protected her and loved his daughter, instead had thrown her out of her own house with nothing but few dollars in her hand. Bless her mother for her foresight to have paid all her tuition at the school else she would have ended up scraping for life than making a career.
As the boarding for the flight was announced, Rachael walked to the gate and handed her ticket to the air hostess named Bess. Upon looking at her name Bess smiled and escorted Rachael to her seat in the first class.
Settling back for a long flight to Wyoming Rachael grabbed her ipad and started going through downloads on the ranch life. She had lived and worked along the ranch hands when she was young but it had been almost twelve years since she had been on ranch thanks to her father.
Owl Creek had been her home. Place she was born and brought up running along the garden her mother tended with her own hands. “Sweets” the Arabian mare was the best gift her grandfather had ever given her on her 12 birthday. Every year she looked forward to return home from the high school she was in until the year her mother passed away.
She enjoyed going to school at St. Mary’s in Cheyenne and living in her hostel but she missed staying with her mom at home. Rachael felt a tear run down her face as she remembered her childhood and her mother.
Hot Springs
The captain announced the arrival of the “Hot Springs airport”. Taking a look out the cabin window Rachael saw late spring blooms across the stretch as the flight descended its elevation. The land was filled with vibrant colors of wild flowers making it beautiful sight of her home land. Once the flight landed Rachael collected her belongings and moved towards the baggage claim. After collecting all her bags she walked out the terminal to look for car rentals. Just as she walking towards the hertz counter she heard her name being called. Turning to see she found Uncle John waiting for her with boutique of wild flowers just as she loved when she was young.
Walking and hugging her uncle she said “Uncle John you didn’t have to come so far. I would have driven to the house myself.”
“No no my dear. You are finally returning home after 12 years and you except me to wait for you at home. Ain’t gonna happen.”
Smiling at her uncle she walked along with him to his truck. Loading all her bags they drove in silence for about an hour. Finally Uncle John said “Rachael I have not told anyone about the deed. No one is aware that you are the buyer. They think some big shot from New York bought the place.”
“It would be best if no one knows that. Else all my plans will go for toss.”
“There is one more thing; everyone thinks Rach O’Cauly is dead, killed in the fire at the school.”
“They are right in that. Rach O’Cauly died the day she was turned out of her own home. Only Rachael Burns is alive and she is the well known and highest paid model and entrepreneur. This Rachael Burns will take back what is hers. She is not back stabbing O’Cauly.”
Uncle John was quite for a very long just looking at Rachael’s profile. He noticed the small innocent girl he knew was replaced by a beautiful woman, who knew what she wanted and how to get it. She was not the girl who needed support when O’Cauly raised his hand on his own daughter. This woman would hit back if necessary and he bet his entire life, when that day arrived he would like to stick around to see O’Cauly’s face.
