10. Boots and Bitching Podcast
CHAPTER 10
BOOTS AND BITCHING PODCAST
Well, well, well. If the walls of the Velvet Spur could talk, honey, I'm not sure they'd ever shut up.
That's right, your favorite anonymous host is back with the post-Gala roundup you didn't know you needed and definitely can't survive without. The Farm to Table Gala and Auction might've been billed as a community event, but let's be real---what y'all showed up for was the drama.
And baby, it delivered.
We will get straight to the tea and it starts with a certain cowboy freshly imported from NFL Europe. This was the Fallon we’ve all been waiting for. Finally he made his return to the spotlight in true Kingridge fashion. No more brooding in the corner or smoldering at his ex-girlfriend across the room for this rancher. He turned up looking like a snack wrapped in a starched shirt with none other than Anny Kai on his arm.
Rumor has it they ran off faster than a jackrabbit on a date with a coyote when things got interesting. Ain’t no secret where they ended up. Made it right across the ranch and straight into an old barn that's seen more stolen moments than a high school parking lot.
Welcome back, Fallon. Some folks are excited you're here. And others? Well, let's just say that little bar brawl your girl started last week didn't exactly scream southern belle.
Speaking of Anny, how is she getting along with the new queens of the Kingridge castle? Cassidy, Priya, and the Reagan sisters don't exactly know how to throw punches. But maybe even with all that time refining your palate in Europe, you still like them rough. You know what they say, you can take the boy out of Texas, but...
Speaking of bar brawls... Let's talk about our Mayor.
Randolph Bellcourt didn't just show up. He rolled in like he was the guest of honor. Left with nothing but bruised pride and a whole lotta side-eye, but I'm getting ahead of myself. He picked the wrong venue to throw shade, considering Kingridge Ranch owns half the land and most of the hearts around here.
Insiders say he tried to make a scene with Alex Kingridge. Alex already had one hand on a whiskey glass and the other on his brother's collars, trying to hold them back. It almost got ugly. Some of us wish it had. Those boys were a lot more fun before they went and got tied down. I, for one, would have loved to see the fireworks show. But it sounds like the mayor’s road through the ranch ain't gonna happen.
Don’t you worry y’all, this battle of the egos is far from over, thanks to an unnamed Kingridge brother who had eyes for one Ms. Becca Bellcourt. She in that red dress? Him looking like a man trying to start over? Sugar, no one slips off in a dress like that for a nature hike... I'll let you do the math until I confirm my details.
For now, let's not pretend the gala was all feathers and fury. There were sweet moments, too---like the Peach Margarita Incident. Someone special remembered someone else's drink order without having to ask. And that someone else? Blushed like a debutante caught skinny-dipping in the river.
Meanwhile, over at the chicken coop, a batch of hens went missing during the gala. Patty June says it's a fox. Darla from the Feed & Supply says it's teenage boys and tequila. But I've got another theory.
I've heard it's a familiar face with a real flexible moral compass, back in town just in time to stir things up. They say they're here for a "fresh start." I say maybe that start involves a few feathers and a flashlight.
Keep your eyes peeled, darlings. Something tells me this barnyard ball was just the beginning. Until next time, keep your boots on and your hands to yourself. I'll be here waiting to spill the tea.