THE HEIRESS FROM OUTLAW HOLLOW
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The men arriving at Outlaw Hollow wore masks and carried knives. Riley had a broom, a blade of grass between her teeth, and no intention of letting them through.
"Turn around," she told them. "Whatever you're carrying doesn't belong here."
Their leader drew his knife. Riley spat out the grass.
Her father had always told her that the way to handle bad people was to be worse. Within minutes, the men were on the ground, packets of white powder spilled across the road. Riley searched one of them, discarded his drugs, and happily counted his cash.
Then she counted it again, less happily. Her coming-of-age assignment was to raise a hundred million dollars to rebuild the Hollow's memorial hall. This wasn't going to do it.
A black Maybach pulled up while she sat brooding beside the road. A man in a suit handed her a folder.
The money stopped mattering for a moment. According to the documents, she was the missing daughter of San Diego's richest family.
Riley stared at him.
"I'm a Sterling?"
"Turn around," she told them. "Whatever you're carrying doesn't belong here."
Their leader drew his knife. Riley spat out the grass.
Her father had always told her that the way to handle bad people was to be worse. Within minutes, the men were on the ground, packets of white powder spilled across the road. Riley searched one of them, discarded his drugs, and happily counted his cash.
Then she counted it again, less happily. Her coming-of-age assignment was to raise a hundred million dollars to rebuild the Hollow's memorial hall. This wasn't going to do it.
A black Maybach pulled up while she sat brooding beside the road. A man in a suit handed her a folder.
The money stopped mattering for a moment. According to the documents, she was the missing daughter of San Diego's richest family.
Riley stared at him.
"I'm a Sterling?"


















































