She Tried To Kick Me Off My Ranch Until The Police Learned The Truth

took off her sunglasses. Yellow sundress, yesterday. Messenger number two.

“I live in the development behind your west fence line,” she said. “My name’s Rebecca. I just wanted to apologize. To all of you.”

I looked at the boys, who were performing extreme concentration on the creek.

“You don’t owe me that,” I said.

“Maybe not. But I brought peach cobbler.continue reading …