“Oh, I hate him!” Dusty seethed again.
“You could challenge him to a rematch,” Jerilyn suggested.
“No, I need something besides that. I mean there’s no way I’m going to let that asshole win. I will get him if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Better be careful, Dusty, that could backfire.”
“Oh, it might take time, but I will find the right thing.”
The conversation lagged for a few minutes. Dusty ate her tuna sandwich and Jerilyn chomped her apple.
“I suppose if you had an extra $50,000 you could buy that bottom land Ty’s been leasing to graze his cattle.”
“Buy it?”
“Yeah, someone said it’s up for sale and Ty would like to strike a deal with the new owner, though he just might buy it himself.”
“Who owns it?”
“Emmett Locey.”
“Em, really?” Dusty’s eyes lit up. “I didn’t know that.”
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