“Let me in the fuckin’ house an’ we’ll settle this right now.”
“Get off of my property this minute! I will not have that kind of language spoken to me, do you understand?”
Elmo stood there, stubble-covered mouth hanging open, big knuckled fists dangling from his too-short flannel sleeves, Skoal tobacco mesh hat askew on his head of matted, curly hair, chuffing like a tethered bull. At over six feet, he towered over Anna, but she stood her ground, glaring up at him.
“I said I wanted you to leave.”
“My sister, she said—”
“Your sister doesn’t seem to know the difference between a male and a female cat, let alone where her own animal is. Before you leave, I want you to take a message for her. If she ever so much as sets foot on my property again, or even glances through one of my windows,
