Casey
“Your father would have shot him,” I told Abby, looking at the officer who was having a word with her father after, he loaded the guy into the back of his van.
“My father is a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy.” She replied as if, it was no big deal.
“I never took your father as that kind of man.”
“Just because he seems like a take it by a day kind of guy?” She asked, smiling.
“Yeah.”
“When you mess with his family he becomes mad and, will do anything to protect them.”
“Your grandma seems to have things covered as well.” I still can’t believe that she was the one who damaged guys face and, she stood with a rifle in her hand. It wasn’t even hers, it was the intruder’s. And, then don’t let me get started on Abby who could handle a rifle. There was more to her than I d
