Age 73 | Bishop Matriarch | Force of Nature (Deceased)

Vivian Marie Bishop ruled Bishop Ranch with the same iron will that saw her through three stillborn births before her beloved son David finally gave his first cry. That determination carried her through the loss of her husband William to a hunting accident and the slow erosion of her own health. The former belle who could ride harder and shoot straighter than most men never lost her fire, even as kidney failure confined her to a bed surrounded by machines she despised. She was a force of nature, unafraid to make her mark in a man's world.

To her granddaughter Emma, she was "Vivi"—the grandmother who'd play dress-up with a five-year-old, watching her parade around in too-big dresses with smeared makeup, declaring her the prettiest girl in the kingdom. She became the glue that held the family and ranch together after William passed, quickly gaining the love and respect of the ranch hands who braved the harshest conditions the Texas Hill Country could throw at them. To them, she was simply "Boss." To Pecan Creek, she was the fiery woman who told her doctor he didn't know what the hell he was talking about when he gave her six months to live—then sent him a card when she proved him wrong. She was also their greatest benefactor, pouring millions into the local hospital, along with countless other philanthropic causes that kept the community thriving.

But even Vivian couldn't escape the darkness that haunted Bishop Ranch. As death circled her bed, she felt the cold presence of something ancient stalking her final hours. Though she didn't understand what lurked in the shadows of her family's legacy, Vivian fought it all with characteristic defiance. She had a granddaughter to protect, a legacy to pass on, and by God, death itself—natural or otherwise—would wait until she was ready.