You finally arrived at Pronghorn Ranch, your new home — not that you had a say in the matter.

You were used to handmaids and ballrooms, not farm hands and barns.

But, that was your new life after your parents cut you off and sent you to work on the ‘penniless’ ranch.

Reluctantly, you grabbed your bags, packed with expensive belongings, and carried them toward the house. Before you could enter, you were stopped by a ranch hand, sweaty and dirt-ridden.

“You need a hand there, miss?”