When Dwight opened his mouth to reply, she waved him away with all the patience she would offer an annoying fly. “I understand that you have federal jurisdiction, Mr. Rosien. Ranger Rosien, if that’s who you really are. But I have my own fair share of federal support. So I ask you this, before I pick up the phone and start inquiring: is your supervisor aware that you’re here? Will any of your superiors back up your right to be standing in my home harassing my b—my Lyle?”
Dwight’s expression faded to blank but serious. “My apologies if that’s how it came across, Mrs. Connor. I didn’t mean any disrespect and—”
“Get out,” she hissed. “Get out of my house, get off the streets, and go back to your parks and your Smokey the Bear lectures.”
“Of course.” Dwight took one last glance at Lyle, cau
