Chapter 152

Beau

Leaving Bri behind was hard, she was right I had to play this off like they were disturbing my peaceful Sunday afternoon. So I gathered the boys with me and their poles and tossed our lines in the water. Claude wore a big-brimmed hat to keep his eyes shadowed and Lou had a ball cap since they had less control holding their wolves back. Bas positioned himself nearer to the house as a last line of protection. The shotgun sat on the porch, a pouch with ammo slung over the rail when I heard the boat's drone far off.

“Get me that gun Bas,” I said, out loud and he complied. I cocked it with deft hands. They were pulling up as Lou reeled in a scrap of a catfish and he swore glaring at the boats sidling up before chucking it back into the waters.

“So much for fishing,” Lou grumped. We had talked about this. Try to act like their presence is an annoyance and we just want them hurried up and gone.

“Beau,” the redheaded sergeant of the fish and wildlife crew acknowledged.

“Tanner,” I said