He had kept their mother alive in their thoughts. Maybe too alive. Not to discredit her, but she had been the center of all of his life's misery and suffering. He had insisted on her remaining there since he didn't want to strip his children from the warmth of her fictional embrace when needed...even though she had been made of ice.
Never could he have thought that all these years later, after she had been surrendered to the ground, would she come back to bite the last inch of his peace in life. Apparently, she had always planned to erase his existence from the books of history, wiping any memory a conscious being can recall, or a paper can record. He had imagined the beast would be dead all these years later, but that phone call from his youngest, Betty, would be the beginning of his end.
Unbeknownst to Betty, she had fallen for a trap her mother had planted 25 years ago. Her dad's ranch was nothing but a single tree broken down into a small shed for him and his horse. The acres of land had witnessed some of the Civil War's largest battles, and his dad's ownership of the land had always been taken for granted to ensure the security of both sides. But Betty's claim for the land and challenge to her dad's will was what was needed for the war to restart.
Conclusion
Mohamad Hachem