CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED – THINGS FALLING IN PLACE

The hint of a grin stretched across Otis's features as he levered himself to his feet with a groan, extending his arms over his head in an languid stretch. "Naw, my brother Harry's comin' to fetch me," he replied, his words slightly muffled by the yawn that followed. "Should be pullin' up any minute now, far as I know." Right on cue, a rumbling engine cut through the tranquil evening, announcing the arrival of an unfamiliar vehicle. Scarlett's brows knitted together as she watched the sleek, cherry-red pickup truck rounding the final bend in the dirt track, its glossy paint gleaming like a candy-apple in the dying light. "That's your brother's ride?" she couldn't help but ask, lifting a hand to shade her eyes against the glare. "Don't remember the last time I saw a truck that fancy 'round these parts." Otis simply shrugged, seemingly unbothered by her quizzical tone as he gathered up the tools he'd been working with earlier. "Harry ain't exactly what you'd call a typical ranch hand,