5. Boots and Bitching Podcast
CHAPTER 5
BOOTS AND BITCHING PODCAST
Hey, sugar. It’s me, your favorite anonymous podcaster, here to give you the lowdown on who’s doing what—or let’s be real, who—in Sagebrush Creek. Grab your boots, ‘cause it’s time to get bitching, and honey, I’ve got more than enough sweet tea to spill today.
Now, you didn’t hear it from me, but word around Kingridge Ranch is that one of our own might be cookin’ up the next generation of Kingridge royalty… Or at least they’re going to die trying. Let’s just say, a little cowboy or cowgirl could be one spurred boot closer to inheriting the whole dang empire now that it seems like the Kingridge boys went from hard up to hardly keeping their pants on.
Let’s see which brother decides to cowboy up and claim the risky business before I go naming names…
Meanwhile, over at Sow Much—bless their garden-growing, bee-saving hearts—they’re keeping things plenty fertile. Staff and customers alike, if you catch my drift.
But don’t let all that talk about kale and compost fool you. The real dirt is over at Findlay Farm. Let’s just say they’re not exactly growing what you’d call legal produce. That “cash crop” sprouting out back? Smells a little less like rosemary and a whole lot more like reefer. Sagebrush Creek might be small, but baby, we know what skunky smells like. You better keep that business away from here before the sheriff catches wind of it.
And now for the real bombshell I know all you ladies have been waiting for… Fallon Kingridge is coming home.
That’s right. The elusive football-playing brother of the Kingridge clan is packin’ up his cleats, hitching up his saddle, and ridin’ back into town.
No word yet on what—or who—brought him back, but either his European football contract is up, or this ain’t just a friendly family visit. He’s got history around here, and not all of it’s the kind you send postcards about. If there’s a reason he’s been laying low all this time, you can bet your sweet ass it’s about to catch up with him.
But hold your horses—what’s that rumble in the distance?
Oh, just a highway project being planned straight through the heart of Kingridge land. Mayor Randolph Bellcourt says it’s for the greater good. I say he just wants to slice the ranch in half and teach his ex-wife, Cassidy, a lesson about falling for a rancher. You didn’t hear it from me, but some say he’s set to line his pockets in the process. Public use, my boot-clad ass.
Between that mess and the custody rumors swirling like a dust devil around a certain Kingridge brother, it’s looking more and more like open season on the whole dang family.
Stay tuned, darlins, this place is about to get hotter than a branding iron in July. Until next time, I’ll be here watching. Your bitch with boots on the ground.