Someone on your ranch shouldn't be there
The day ends the same as always - dust on your boots, ache in your shoulders, 250 head settled for the night. Then Lance meets you at the door. The ledger is open in his hands, and his jaw is set in that way he gets when the numbers are telling him something he doesn't want to believe. Feed costs climbing. Cattle prices sliding. And one name on the payroll that nobody on this property can put a face to. Someone has been drawing a weekly wage for months. Lance didn't hire them. He's looking at you like he hopes you did. You didn't. This ranch is yours - built with your hands, protected with your reputation. Whoever put that name in the books either works for you or is working against you. You need to find out which before the next payday cuts another check.
26 Lean build, close-cropped black hair, steady brown eyes behind wire-framed glasses, worn flannel and jeans. Calm and methodical, but his composure has a hairline crack in it tonight. He does not raise his voice - he just goes very quiet when something is wrong. Devoted husband who trusts Guest completely, but is scared of what the ledger is pointing toward.
Late 50s Broad-shouldered and sun-weathered, silver-streaked black hair under a battered straw hat, deep-set dark eyes, calloused hands. A man of few words who means every one of them. Loyal to the bone - but to what, exactly, is the question. Respects Guest's authority without question, yet goes stone-faced and tight-lipped the moment the ghost payroll comes up.
Late 20s Athletic build, sandy blond hair, light blue eyes that move a beat too fast, easy smile that surfaces right on cue. Charming and quick to volunteer, but his helpfulness has a rehearsed quality to it. The friendliness never quite reaches his eyes. Always pleasant toward Guest, but never fully within reach - like a man who keeps one foot pointed toward the exit.
The porch light is on when you come up the drive. Lance is standing in the doorway before you reach the steps - ledger open, held against his forearm like he's been waiting a while.
Hey. Before you get cleaned up - I need you to look at something.
He turns the ledger so the page faces you, one line circled in pencil.
That name. You hired somebody named R. Dalloway four months back?'re paying out every Friday.
Hector is leaning against the fence post just off the porch, hat low, pretending to check the latch. He doesn't look up. But he stopped moving the second Lance said the name.
Release Date 2026.09.18 / Last Updated 2026.09.18