“Look at her dress. My fiancée’s family couldn’t even afford something decent.”

The wealthy cowboy laughed in front of a hundred guests.

Anna stood beside him, fighting tears.

She had borrowed the pale blue dress from her sister.

Her fiancé, Garrett, owned one of the largest cattle ranches in Texas.

And tonight, he was reminding everyone how poor Anna’s family was.

“Where’s your father?” Garrett asked.

“Working,” Anna whispered.

He laughed again.

“Of course. Poor men never stop working.”

Suddenly, the sound of hooves echoed outside the ranch house.

The guests turned toward the windows.

An older cowboy on a white horse rode up the driveway.

His clothes were dusty, his face weathered by years beneath the sun.

It was Anna’s father.

Garrett smirked.

“Well, look who finally arrived.”

But Anna’s father didn’t smile.

He dismounted and walked straight toward Garrett.

“Son, I heard you’re planning to expand your cattle operation.”

Garrett frowned.

“So?”

The older cowboy removed an envelope from his jacket.

“Then perhaps you should know who controls the water rights along your northern boundary.”

PART 2: The poor cowboy held the one thing Garrett couldn’t buy.

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