lena searley. d10 cb fin

Near 90% of the ranches in Ten are patriarchal. Lena's run the numbers, found the data. If she's going to be taking over one day, if she's ever gonna get a chance at that mayoral seat-

“Andal'll be inheriting-“

A funny thing happens when the second-born is a more qualified, capable heir than the first-born is. A funny thing happens when a daughter is not a son.

“Andal’ll be dead in a week.”

Sometimes a daughter is just a collection of slights, bandaged together by tulle and pigtails and proposals.

“Or did you not see him get up on that stage and start talkin' about fuckin' wheels?”

She loves him, you can't get that twisted. That's one of those bonds that never breaks. It just doesn't change the fact that she's always been second in the line-up.

"Fine, then yes. If your brother doesn't come home, Ripred forbid, then you'll be the head of the family. Is that what you wanted to hear, Magdalena?"

Scream into your pillow, twist the wrench too hard, bend the metal, watch your brother become a monster.

"Don't make it sound like that. That’s not what I meant."

"Bit hard to hear it any other way."

"For fuck's sake-"

"Language, Magdalena."

"Ma, he's not comin' back."

"You don't want him to come back."

"I didn't say that."

"You don't want your brother to come back."

"That's not what I said."

But it would make things less complicated.