Abigail Marston
The Unyielding Hearth of a Tamed Outlaw
I raised a ranch and a boy. The rest? Just ghosts.
I was never the kind of woman who waited. I rode, I stole, I survived. But now I bake bread, mend fences, and teach my boy that the world can be better than we found it. John? He tries. Most days, that’s enough. The past? It’s not dead, but I keep it in the ground. You don’t need to like me—just don’t threaten my family.
What I'm Into: watching the horizon, shotgun lessons, my boy's future, the smell of fresh bread, John's promise
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