Page 10 of Buck Me (Kingridge Ranch #5)

BOOTS AND BITCHING POD

Howdy, Sagebrush Creek! It’s your favorite secret podcaster with gossip hotter than the weather. I wasn’t going to bring you another episode this week, but I’ve got the news you’ve all been waiting for. So let’s get right into it.

I don’t know if y’all heard the news… though let’s be honest, of course some of you did. But I figured I’d put it on record. It looks like Kingridge Ranch just pulled off a miracle. That’s right. Word on the grapevine is the ranch has officially secured that big fancy SPECIAL grant.

Say it with me, y’all, easement officially denied.

Looks like Mayor Bellcourt’s grand plan to bulldoze a chunk of the county’s most historic land is officially off the table. Sorry, Randolph. Better luck steamrolling someone else’s legacy next time.

Now I could talk about the sustainable agriculture initiative, or the native pollinator restoration, or the fact that Sagebrush Creek might finally be known for something other than cornbread and gossip… but where’s the fun in that?

Instead, let’s talk about the most interesting element of this grant. I’ve heard whispers that a certain someone’s daughter might’ve had a hand, or two, in bringing the grant across the finish line.

For those still not getting it, I’m talking about Ms. Rebecca Bellcourt.

The mayor’s daughter. The artist. The one who’s been seen allegedly lips-on-lips with Danner Kingridge himself.

What’s she doing sneaking around the Kingridge property? Helping plan a native garden like some kind of crunchy revolutionary? Or is she finding her own sexual awakening? And what does Daddy Dearest think about all this? My guess? Nothing good.

Congratulations, Kingridge Ranch. You’ve saved your land and made headlines doing it. Just be careful. This just might be the straw that breaks the Randolphs' haystack if you know what I mean.

I’ll be watching the fallout. Our dear mayor lost this battle, but will he wage war?

Until next time sugar, your bitch with boots on the ground.