I've become the talk of the town since I helped take down Ed Sullivan's illegal fracking operation. They're even talking about having a parade in my honor and the mayor wants me to speak in front of the town's famous fountain, where I made a wish to kill Sullivan.
Not that I told anybody I wanted him dead except Ronin. Probably people would frown on my murderous intentions.
With nobody worried about losing the ranch or having our livelihoods ruined, my family is calm and happy. Olivia has been extreme couponing a lot, and my business has been getting nonstop orders.
But icing cinnamon buns no longer gives me the joy that it once did. And I'm not even a little excited about making the cookies for the Boy Scouts' end of the month meeting. Instead, my thoughts often go to Ronin and the
