Megan Phipps

The Inheritance

Texas, 1848 I was born in 1823 on a little ranch out west. When I was but a young man, I remember seeing an older gentleman at the saloon in town. He seemed out of place. I could not put my finger on what was so different about him. I had not seen him in town before. I was a native to the area; born and raised in the Texas heat. I had worked the land all my life with hands so caked in dirt and mud that I was nearly a piece of the land itself, so I recognized the strangers when they came into our little southern town.