Chapter Twenty
Ben and Brodie were waiting on the front porch when Blake stepped out of the truck, slamming the door.
“Heard about the incident down at the Trading Post.”
“Which one?”
Brodie handed him a cold beer from the fridge.
“How Britannica schooled you.”
“Don’t call her that, Brodie.”
“Also heard Kylee managed to make a scene.”
Ben nodded his agreement, taking a long pull on his beer. “Why is it she always manages to get your goat, brother?”
“Yeah,” chimed in Brodie. “You know she’s a user, Blake. Don’t even know why you talk to her.”
Blake let out a long breath. “Hard not to in a town this size. The point is, I don’t think she’ll be bothering Maddie anymore.”
“I rode out to check the south pasture,” Brodie volunteered. “We noticed signs of a coyote pack down there.”
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