Chapter Four
Carrie leaned against the square center island in the warm kitchen. The wooden walls were a smoky amber color and looked as if they had been freshly polished. She crossed her arms over her light blue sweater, still irritated over the balls of that oilman. What nerve he had to whoosh in on his fancy helicopter, with all that wealth, thumbing his nose at the community! What made him think he could just waltz in here and try to shove this pipeline project down their throats? Didn’t he realize that they were going to fight him tooth and nail? The community had already said no, in one unified voice, telling KKO to piss off and shove that project someplace the sun didn’t shine, but they just kept coming.
Maybe that was why Carrie had lost it when the oilman strode out of that heli
