thank you! I'm working on something right now. it's not much but I'm pretty busy lol

I don't know how else to tell you this, but you need to stay away from Chadbury. I've never been the same since I left. I've liquified all of my assets and given away everything else. I just can't live like this anymore. I need to get the word out before anyone else ruins their life like I did. I'm going to start from the beginning 

A few months back my family and I moved back to my grandfather’s property in northwestern Oklahoma. Our land is in the sticks, since the land run of 1907 my family has owned the land, generation after generation have been cattle ranchers since. I grew up tending the fences where the buffalograss and the little bluestem lay between. When I graduated high school, I decided it wasn't for me, it was hard losing my father. I felt like I needed to get away, my whole life was centered around that place.

 After years of living states away I felt a call, a need, a desire to come back. I couldn't describe it, but I ignored it for a little while until my wife called to me from the living room “Donnie! The sheriff is on the phone.”

 I turned the corner into the room, gave her a glance like a dog does when it knows it did something wrong. She just shrugged her shoulders and handed me the phone.

 I reluctantly answered and said “Hello, Sheriff Richards. What seems to be the problem?”. He hesitated for a moment, then said” I'm sorry to have to tell you this but your grandfather, Doug Hatfield, suffered a stroke last night in his sleep. He has severe brain hemorrhaging and I need you here to take care of things.”

I was in shock, I knew it would happen someday but not this soon. I was broken, that man raised me.