Apache Sisters Sold Like Cattle – Lonely Rancher Who Bought Them Said, “I’ll Take You Home”-yumihong

might need some breaking in, but I assure you she’ll be worth the effort. The younger ones more dosile, perfect for household duties. He was talking about them like they were animals, and the casual cruelty of it made me sick to my core. We’ll start the bidding at $50 for the pair. Hands shot up around the crowd. 60 75 100.
I watched in horror as the bidding escalated. These weren’t ranchers looking for workers. These were men with darker intentions, and I could see it in their faces. The older sister turned her head and caught my eye.
For a moment, we stared at each other across the crowd, and I saw something in her gaze that hit me like a physical blow.
It wasn’t a plea for help. This woman was too proud to beg. It was more like a challenge, a question. Are you going to stand there and watch or are you going to do something?
150 called out a heavy set man I recognized as Jake Morrison, a mine owner with a reputation for working his employees to death. 175. This from Tom Crawford, whose treatment of women was notorious throughout the territory.
The bidding continued to climb, and with each increase my anger grew. These were human beings, not property to be bought and sold.
The younger sister had begun to tremble slightly, though she still held her head high, while the older one’s jaw was set in a line of grim determination. “$250!”Crawford shouted, and the crowd fell silent.
“It was more money than most people in the territory saw in 6 months.” Blackwood looked around expectantly. “Going once, going twice. I don’t know what possessed me in that moment.
Maybe it was the memory of my own sister who died when we were children. Maybe it was guilt over my role in the Apache Wars. Or maybe it was simply the fundamental wrongness of what I was witnessing.
$300, I heard myself say. Every head in the crowd turned toward me. Blackwood’s eyes lit up with greed while Crawford glared at me with open hostility. Well, well, Blackwood said with a grin.
Cole Coleman enters the bidding. 300 from the gentleman in the back. Crawford’s face was red with anger. 325. 350? I replied without hesitation.
400? Crawford snalled. The crowd was murmuring now, excited by the bidding war. I looked again at the two sisters and saw the older one still watching me, trying to figure out what my intentions were. $500, I said clearly.
The crowd gasped. It was an enormous sum, more than many people earned in a year. Crawford looked like he wanted to continue bidding, but even his greed had limits. Going once, going twice, sold.

Blackwood banged his gavvel. The Apache sisters go to Mr. Coleman for $500. As I pushed through the crowd to complete the transaction, I could hear the whispers following me. What’s Cole want with two scores? thought he was still mourning his wife.
“Man’s got particular tastes, I reckon.” I ignored them all and approached Blackwood, who was practically rubbing his hands together with glee.
“Congratulations, Mr. Coleman. Excellent choice. These two will serve you well, I’m sure.” I handed over the money without a word, then turned to look at my purchases. The word stuck in my throat. I’d just bought two human beings.
The fact that I’d done it to save them from worse fates didn’t make it any less horrifying.
The sisters stood watching me with unreadable expressions. The older one’s chains had been unlocked from the main line, but her hands were still bound, as were her sisters. “What are your names?”