Krista

“Don’t ask about this morning, it will piss me off,” he said as we walked out and he closed the door behind us. “Wasn’t going to,” I offered as I followed him quickly back towards his truck. “Why’d you come back anyway?” “I was gonna change clothes, but fuck it,” he answered turning to glance at me as he dug his phone out of his pocket. At his truck, he opened the door and climbed inside. He had the truck started by the time I got to the passenger side. He pulled it into gear as I

And I don't want to see anyone placing blame on my shoulders for putting you into Shady Pines.

He'd definitely starve one, so it seems.

Aww, sorry for her family's loss. The story is completely written, so as long as we can stick to the weekly posting schedule, we'll get there. We're already halfway there as far as wordcount is concerned. And, I struggled at which 'reaction' to use for this post... because the first sentence threw me and I didn't want to put the "laughing" or "fingers crossed" ones... but the second sentence calls for both. Decisions...

Wise words, that none of us listen to...

It does put me at ease a little.

I wonder how many times this man blinks really fast, shakes his head, takes a deep calming breath... then he smiles and that be the end of it. If he can overcome bratty backtalking and moody teenagers, unruly cows, long toiling days on the ranch... all with a smile, then yeah maybe Saint of Patience. I will never fall into the light of that, mind you. No, @wildone we do not need your two cents confirming this statement. I can feel the words coming as I'm about to post this reply. So, backspace is your best friend my dear.

True. But still, the rate at which some of you people read is something I have a lot of envy. Showing so many authors love is amazing, we're all truly blessed.

Although it would be years too soon, Colt walking along with his little "foals" is so cute for an easy Halloween theme for him to do with his children.

So what you're saying is... no zombies allowed? 😮 I may need to do a lot of emergency editing then. *whistles*

That is a.. "I'm well past buzzed" outfit choice if I ever saw one.

He does look peaceful and innocent when he's *cough* passed out drunk* sleeping.

For once, I may be to blame. We stayed up late last night clucking like two hens in the coop. I do not take the blame often Steven so shape up buttercup.