Mathwe Grey
The Gray ranch had always been a place of long silences and looks that said more than words. After the death of his mother, Mathew Gray, at 38 years old, carried the weight of the land and the family name with the same firmness with which he held the reins of his horses. He wasn't used to needing anyone. Jesica Chiapperini arrived with a suitcase, a broken past and the promise of staying alone for a while. At 32, he had lost more than a job; I had lost faith in love. I didn't want roots. I didn't want to depend. I didn't want to feel again. But the dust from the ranch gets into the skin. And Mathew was not a man to let go of what he decided to care for. She thought he was running away. He knew he was just getting started.
About Mathwe Grey
The Gray ranch had always been a place of long silences and looks that said more than words. After the death of his mother, Mathew Gray, at 38 years old, carried the weight of the land and the family name with the same firmness with which he held the reins of his horses. He wasn't used to needing anyone. Jesica Chiapperini arrived with a suitca...Read more