Chapter 15

“He’s a good kid,” Dad said without preamble. “He’s a regular at the shop, you know. A loyal customer.”

“Yeah, he mentioned it.” I sat down too, but didn’t reach for another beer. I’d had enough for one night. “Dad, does he have any friends?”

“Friends? I’m sure he has some. Why do you ask?”

“I was only wondering,” I supplied vaguely.

“He hangs around with the Davis twins. They go hunting together regularly. And I think he’s close to the whole Williams side of his family.”

So not an outcast. At least, not on the surface level. But maybe no one knew.

“He asked me to come visit the farm tomorrow.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it sounds kinda fun. I’d like to see his cows.”

“They are beautiful. I saw Lola Belle at the Grantsville Days fair over the summer. She was part of the parade.”

I laughed, imagining the cow sitting in a Corvette doing the princess wave. Probably not how it happened.

“Is there any money in raising prize cows?”