“I swear to God, I’m gonna kill him this time.”
“Now, Mrs. Ramsey—” Ethan began.
The older woman interrupted, “How many times do I have to tell you? Call me Maudie Bell.”
“Miss Maudie Bell,” he corrected. “I understand you’re frustrated—”
“Frustrated? Frustrated? That…that jackass trampled my prize roses!” She gestured to the offender, now nuzzling at winter grass on the far side of Miss Maudie Bell’s yard. The jackass in question was, in fact, a shaggy-coated gelding named Houdini, who had a tendency to go walkabout.
“He’s a menace,” Miss Maudie Bell declared.
Did she mean the horse or his owner? “I’ll round up Houdini and go have a word with Chester.” Again. This was the third time in as many months he’d had to get involved, and that was just counting the times he’d lost at Rock, P
