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constipated and angry. “I said my
daughter is off limits.”
    “Don’t worry, she wants to fry me like bacon. She’s rather
insulting.” Unfortunately, the words don’t seem to ease up Mr. Grant’s fears
that Troy is already starting to look at his daughter the wrong way. Yet there
isn’t much he can do about two consenting adults, except kill one.
    “Just remember that you’re a guest here, and this is my house.
You will follow my rules while you are under my roof.” Feeling like a scolded
fifteen year old, Troy squares his shoulders and nods. If he were home, he’d smash
someone’s face in. But he reminds himself he’s attempting to start a new life,
one that doesn’t involve killing others for money.
    That doesn’t mean he can’t kill them for being pissy.
    “I have to finish raking the rest of the hay in the fields.
Why don’t you start cleaning up some of the farm equipment in the barn?” He can
do that. Besides, Cassidy will be out in the pastures with the horses, so Mr.
Grant won’t have to worry about anymore contact between the two.
    Troy nods his agreement and bolts for the door to put his
shoes back on. He runs a hand through his mussed hair as he approaches the barn.
He suspects the equipment must be stored on the other side that has double
doors, and heads for the left. Just as he rounds the corner, he almost runs
into the perky blonde with blue eyes. She mumbles an ‘excuse me’ that sounds
more like ‘fuck off’ and ducks into the side of the barn where the horses are
kept.
    Distracted as she pushes her hair back from her face by
running her hand through it from her forehead back, Troy barely notices the
fact that she’s noticed him looking. The dour look on her face just makes her
even more exotic to him. How could someone so easy on the eyes to the opposite
sex come from someone like the old man back there?
    Struggling to figure out how genetics could be so random,
Troy opens up the sliding door before he can make even more of a fool of
himself and slips inside. Ninety nine percent of the different attachments for
the tractor confuse him and, in his mind, they don’t have names. He begins by
removing the blades off a large tiller and scraping the dirt off them. Then he
finds a spray bottle and just starts spraying, hopefully it’s a cleaner.
    Cassidy periodically ducks in to grab tools, but she doesn’t
say anything more to Troy. Apparently she’s lost her fight for the day, and
she’s going to lay low until she’s sure she can rebound the next time. At one
point, she leads a horse around and starts cleaning out the shoes. Then brushes
him down not too far from where Troy is working. He wonders why she can’t do
these things on the inside of the barn, and when she finally attempts
conversation with him, he understands.
    “So you’re a drug dealer.” She says it as if it’s a fact,
and Troy furrows his brows as he tightens a bolt.
    “No.” He doesn’t offer any further explanation.
    “You’re one of the guys who runs the drug dealers, then.”
She’s brushing the chestnut mustang and he’s nibbling at her shirt as if he’s
trying to groom her in return.
    “No.” Again, no offer of why he’s here.
    “You’re one of the rare good guys who ended up seeing
something he shouldn’t have.” Finally, she looks at him with a twinge of hope,
and he feels the muscles in his back tensing.
    “No.” He’s not going to lie to her, but he’s not going to
tell her what it is he did that landed him here.
    “Does it have to do with drugs?” She looks and sounds disappointed.
    “No.” He grits his teeth as he waits for the next guess.
    “Maybe you’re part of the underground sex slave trade, and
you cracked. You told the police everything, so now they need to keep you safe
until you can testify?” Now he’s insulted.
    “ No , I’d never hurt a woman.” She snorts, and he
finally turns to look at her fully with the wrench still in his hand. His arm
is bulging from