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107 pages, ebook
First published November 21, 2021
But could he have predicted a damn blizzard?
The depth of the snow falling softened the blue paint job, but Shelby knew that blue. It was the color of blue you’d see on a Ford F150, brand new, trimmed with silver and ready to go.
So polite. Everyone was so dang polite, it was almost like they were faking it only they weren’t. Fakers could be seen through, but Leland and Fletcher both were as sincere as could be.
Maybe Wyoming was a magical place, only that’s not what he heard. Wyoming was full of tough, rugged people who made their own way in the world and didn’t have to be nice to anybody. As to which of these opposing views was true, only time would tell.
The moment was endearing in a way Shelby’d not been expecting. Fletcher was the local sheriff, in charge of a whole area of Laramie County and though Captain Stockdale might consider Fletcher some sort of Wild West joke, after driving through the rough, empty countryside, Shelby had a new insight into just how huge a swathe of area Fletcher was responsible for. And yet Fletcher was polite and considerate, and was now burdened with the added effort to call Shelby by his name rather than his rank.
He turned the heater full blast, but with the wind coming in at an angle, it seemed like there wasn’t anything he could do to cut the cold building inside the car.
In the meantime, Shelby was driving on summer-appropriate tires with summer windshield wipers and a summer amount of windshield washing fluid
Fletcher was flushed from the warmth in the room, dressed as he was in a thick cream-colored sweater that went all the way from his neck to his chin,
He’d already chided Shelby for being unprepared and so probably thought the fancy city shoes the height of foolishness, and never mind that the tassels were so last year.