*Jim*
I nearly laughed as I watched Amelia pile Teresa’s three older kids into her tiny car. She’s trying, but I don’t think anyone intended for people to sit back there when they designed the car.
Getting home doesn’t take as long, but it’s still not close. Soon enough, she’ll be here where she belongs. Until then, I’ll go to her place every other week. I’m sure her new job will change that, but we’ll figure it out.
I climb out of the truck and am greeted by a very angry Mike. “They cut the fence again,” he says. “At a place with no camera. I’m sending two out to fix it, and we’ll count the cattle, but I think we’re missing some. It just doesn’t look right.”
Fucking hell. “Think they’re trying to steal the cattle?”
“Hell if I know, Jim,” he shrugs. “I’ve never seen anything
