Rope Me (Kingridge Ranch #1)
1. Podcast Boots and Bitching
CHAPTER 1
PODCAST: BOOTS AND BITCHING
What’s up, Sagebrush Creek? It’s your favorite secret podcaster here with another boots-on-the-ground update. That’s right, I’ve got my ear to the ground and my fingers on the pulse of all your small-town drama. So, pour yourself a sweet tea—or something stronger—and let’s dive in.
First up, Mayor Randolph Bellcourt. Fresh off his reelection victory, and now? All he needs is a shiny new first lady who will actually stay by his side. Rumor has it he’s already on the hunt. Question is, how young will he go this time? Maybe his twenty-something daughter Becca has a friend with big tits and a little ambition. We all know the mayor has a type.
Meanwhile, over at the Kingridge Ranch, the so-called “royal family” of Sagebrush Creek is keeping up appearances—or trying to. Let’s not forget their humble beginnings. Pa Kingridge might run one of the biggest spreads in the county now, but six kids by three different women doesn’t exactly scream blue blood. Makes you wonder if that’s why none of the Kingridge boys have settled down. Maybe they’re protecting their legacy, or maybe they don’t know the first thing about being in a real relationship.
Either way, it’s not for lack of trying on the ladies’ part. The women of Sagebrush Creek have been circling those brothers like vultures over a fallen calf for years. Poor Fallon can’t escape their feeding frenzy, even all the way in Europe.
Will this be the year one of the Kingridge boys finally bites the bullet? Or will they just keep playing cowboy until the cows come home? Guess we’ll have to see who shows up to the Hitchin’ Hearts Hoedown next week. Word is, it’s going to be the event of the season. Boots, spurs, and enough bourbon to drown a horse.
Just remember folks, the barn doors swing wide open, but so do my ears. You couldn’t possibly think that I’d miss this. Rest assured, I’ll be there too, taking notes, sipping my drink, and watching every scandalous move.
And for those of you wondering who I am, well… that’s my little secret. After all, who’d trust me if they knew? Just know I’m here, holding all the cards and spilling all the tea.
Saddle up until next time, darlings. This is your bitch with boots on the ground, signing off.