Page 8 of Buck Me (Kingridge Ranch #5)

BOOTS AND BITCHING POD

What’s up, Sagebrush Creek? My ears are perked, my tea is steeped, and I’ve got a story so hot they might just curl your hair. Kingridge Ranch has never been accused of being boring. And lately, they’ve been giving us everything.

It’s your favorite secret podcaster back again with another boots-on-the-ground update. Grab your sweet tea, your spiked lemonade, or whatever makes you bold, and settle in because today it sounds like the bees ain’t the only ones getting busy in the flowers…

Well, yeehaw, y’all. When the greenhouse is rockin’, don’t come knockin’. Or so the rumor goes….

Apparently, things have been growing a little too well out on the edge of the ranch’s property if you catch my drift.

Sources say someone spotted a certain greenhouse door swinging open at dawn, and inside?

A flannel-clad Kingridge and a mystery woman tangled up like roots in spring soil.

No names were spoken aloud, but let’s just say the town’s favorite conservation cowboy has been spending extra time in the pollinator beds.

Now look, with so many of those Kingridge boys getting cozy these days, it’s hard to say whose boots were whose…

Word is someone's been getting very comfortable with the greenhouse's.

.. amenities. Sources say the old wooden table in there has been seeing a lot more action than just potting plants.

The kind of action that leaves handprints on dusty surfaces and requires a good scrub-down afterward.

Guess who made a prodigal return with the incriminating evidence in his mouth… Thrusty.Yes, that goat.

Apparently, the ornery little bastard came swaggering out of the brush with a victory strut and—get this—a pair of lacey underwear in his mouth. White. Floral. Delicate. Not the kind of thing you expect to see on a livestock escapee, but hey, we don’t kink shame on this podcast.

The underwear was traced back to a pile of laundry left in the corner of the ranch’s old greenhouse. So now the real question is: Who’s running around Sagebrush Creek commando today?

Not that there's anything wrong with a little agricultural romance, but maybe invest in some curtains with all that ranching money. The sunrise tours are starting to get a little more educational than intended.

Let’s take a moment to appreciate what we’re dealing with here: a reformed goat, a mystery hookup, and someone who clearly had a very good morning.

Now, don’t go clutching your pearls just yet.

This town’s no stranger to scandal, but this one?

This has legs. Maybe even a whole future crop of wildflowers.

And before you ask—no, Mayor Bellcourt has not commented.

But wouldn’t you just love to see his face when he finds out who’s been pollinating who? Allegedly, of course.

Anyway, I’ll be watching. I’ll be listening. And I’ll be double-checking all the farmstand produce for any unwanted lacy surprises.

Until next time, Sagebrush ? —

This has been your bitch with boots on the ground, signing off. But remember: secrets don’t stay buried long in this soil.