The Farmer's Slaughter (Book 1) by Liliana Hart & Louis Scott

Author:Liliana Hart & Louis Scott [Hart, Liliana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 7th Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Agatha made a sharp right and hit the accelerator, speeding down I-35 in her Jeep Wrangler.

“I think this is a quicker route,” she said.

“I think you left part of your muffler back there at that turn,” Hank said.

“Nah, this baby was made for off-roading. You need to relax. I know these roads like the back of my hand. It’s time to loosen up, Davidson. You’re in Texas now.”

“Is it always this hot?” Hank asked.

Agatha laughed. “Hot? It’s only May. This isn’t hot.”

She noticed he’d buttoned his shirt back up and put on his coat. He must be sweltering. His hair was damp at the temples, so she turned the AC up to full blast.

Most of Rusty Gun was within walking distance. It was basically just one main street and a grid of fourteen blocks in each direction. But the unincorporated areas spread things out a bit. Bell County was expansive, yet sparsely populated.

Rusty Gun had been a main passage point along the famous Chisholm Trail, but they’d lost the bid to the neighboring town of Salado to build a bridge in the 1800s. Neither town ever saw much growth after that, as railroads bypassed each town to the north and south.

Sheena Walker had been Nicole Green’s friend, and they were hoping she could tell them some new information. Maybe something she’d remembered after so many years. Sheena worked at the Bell County Commissioners Livestock Auction and Trade Association, and they figured that was the best place to pin her down. They were out in the middle of nowhere.

The old Jeep bounced when Agatha exited the interstate for a dirt service road before making a sweeping left and curling back to the right for a giant, gravel parking lot. The land was vast and there were several metal barns and fenced areas where different auctions took place. Despite the location, the parking lot was crowded.

The gravel crunched beneath her tires and she spotted the empty parking spot on the front row. “Look at that,” she said. “It’s fate.”

“Or maybe everyone is terrified of your driving and decided to get out while they still can.”

She blew him a raspberry but couldn’t help but grin. “It’s a good omen.”

There was a welcome sign and sidewalk that led up to the largest barn. It was completely enclosed, and she waited while Hank opened the door for her. A chime signaled and an arctic blast greeted them.

“Lord, that feels good,” he said.

There was a reception area where those who were participating in the auctions could pay and get a number. And there was a long plate-glass window where they could see into a large arena. It smelled of livestock and hay.

“Bless you,” Agatha said as Hank sneezed. And then she said it again. “You going to be okay?”

“I will be once we get out of here,” he said. “Look, there’s Sheena.” Then he sneezed again.

Sheena approached. She was early twenties and several inches shorter than Agatha. Her skin was beautiful and smooth, the color of dark chocolate, and her smile was radiant.

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