Most likely, that bastard had been spying from the barn, with the direct view of the back porch and into the kitchen windows. He could’ve parked on the other side of the house, and I wouldn’t have seen his vehicle because I never drove past the ranch anymore. Not like when I’d lived in the forema...
If boots and jeans were good enough for the guys, they were good enough for me. Instead of showing up in my beloved Viper, I drove my dad’s truck down County Road 11, country music on KICK 104 my companion.Despite the dust and bugs, I rolled the windows down. I slowed for a baler taking up half t...
The vast sky spread across the landscape in a brilliant, cloudless blue, the perfect foil for the rolling fields of gold and the dark green pine trees dotting the rocky hills. Not even the red dirt devils blowing over my clean car dimmed my mood. I was out of the office for a change and it felt g...