StevieRay Hansen - A Long Journey Home


I bought a pretty little ranch near Chino, California and continued working in the oil business with Robert. D’Angelo still wanted Luann back. Maybe he thought that control, manipulation and terror tactics were romantic. I had no idea. I couldn’t figure out how he thought anything he was doing would endear himself to her. Of course we were back in court over custody. Just like before, we hired three lawyers and a psychologist to try and keep up with all their pleadings and posturing. Once again, he made sure we were broke.Meanwhile the threats on my life were in greater detail and happening more and more often. Frank had spent a bundle of money tracking us down – and yet there I was walking around a free man. He reminded me of an active land mine, ready to explode at any moment.

Arriving home from work one day, I found the lane to our ranch blocked. D’Angelo. He looked rabid.“Your days on earth are numbered,” he fumed. I tuned out the rest of his diatribe, just letting him finish. I suspected that it was all a bluff. After all, if anything happened to me, everyone would point the finger at Frank.Still, I was pretty sure those had been bullets—not bluff—in the guns his goons pulled on Wayne and me. Either way, I was weary of the whole thing.After all we’d been through, nothing had changed.“Let’s move away from Frank,” I suggested to Luann. “Let him have custody and you take the girls for two months in the summer.”“Not a chance.”

D’Angelo refused to put his kids on a plane and Luann refused to move out of the state. Like it or not, I was stuck in California as the prime target in their ongoing war.I finally understood what Robert had been telling me for years. Unless I started making money – big money – we couldn’t go on. The only other option was for me to walk out on my family. That wasn’t going to happen.Money had never been a big priority in my life. More important to me than money was getting to live the life I loved. That’s why I’d been so happy riding rodeos. Back then, all I needed was the money to get from one rodeo to the next. Once I married Doris, I was satisfied with a little spread, horses, cattle, a nice car for Doris and a good pickup for me. As far as I was concerned, I was in tall cotton.

That was then; this was now. If Luann and Frank refused to settle on a custody agreement, I needed money. Lots and lots of money.For the first time in my life, money consumed my thoughts. Money was he first thing I thought of when I woke in the morning. It was the last thing on my mind at night. Even while doing my job or playing with my children, it ran in the background. I wrestled night and day trying to think of a way to get that much money. I twisted and turned the facts like a rubric cube I didn’t know how to solve.In spite of Robert’s generosity, working for him wouldn’t be enough. The bald truth was that if we were going to survive those legal fees, I needed more money than he could pay me.I needed to be as rich as Robert.That one thought put all the pieces of the puzzle together.I had to own my own oil company. Money was the answer to all my problems, I thought…. Purchase now on Amazon

StevieRay Hansen
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