Page 63 of Broken Trust
Cabe and Micah exchange a look.
The kind of look people share when they’re about to explain something that apparently everyone else already knows.
Except I clearly don’t.
“The cattle herd,” Micah says.
I stare. “The what?”
Royce starts laughing. “Thank God. I thought I was the only one confused.”
Cabe sighs dramatically. “You two spend too much time getting tossed around by livestock. Don’t you pay attention at all when you’re home?”
“Sure we do,” I say.
“Right.”
Cabe leans against the fence. “Grandpa Earl and Dad decided to expand.”
I nod slowly.
Grandpa Earl and Dad have always kept a small cattle herd. Nothing huge. Just enough to feed the family and provide beef for Grandma Evelyn’s church food bank. But it’s never been a major operation.
Something useful and good but still just a hobby of sorts.
“Expand how?” Royce asks.
Cabe grins. “We’re adding to the herd this year. Some Angus and Wagyu.”
I stare. “Wagyu? The expensive-ass beef?”
“Yep,” Cabe confirms.
Then Micah drops the next bomb. “Matty agreed to a small bison herd too.”
“Buffalo?” Royce asks.
“Bison,” Micah corrects.
“Whatever. Same thing,” Royce says.
“No. Buffalo are buffalo, and bison are bison. Buffalo are native to Africa and Asia. Bison are native to Europe and North America,” Micah explains.
Royce shakes his head. “Huh?”
I look at Cabe. “What happened?” I ask.
“To what?”
“To Matty,” I say.
Cabe starts laughing. “Haven’t you heard?” he asks. “Maitland Storm has become a lot more agreeable since getting hitched and having a baby.”
I bark out a laugh despite myself. “You’re gonna die if she hears you say that.”
“Probably.”
Matty has always been strong-willed and downright terrifying when she wants to be.
