Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
The people in the store sure did have a lot of interest in what went into my cart but I didn’t pay them no never mind. I got all the fresh fruit and vegetables I could find as well as some Angus steaks, some fresh salmon and plenty eggs.
I had plenty fresh milk on the farm. I planned to slaughter a cow sometime next week since winter was coming on. I’d had too much to do to get things ready to bring her home so that’s why I hadn’t done it already. I didn’t think a city girl like her would cotton too much to the deer meat I had in the freezer.
I perused the aisles reading boxes to see what’s what before throwing it in the cart. When I reached the register the woman behind the machine was doing her best to see behind my shades.
With all the money I had you’d think I’d have traded up by now, but I figured if it ain’t broke don’t fix it.
“Well Carter, you having outta town guests?” Well aren’t you the nosy one?
“No.” That wasn’t the kinda no that invited more questions and she got the message right quick and buttoned her lip.
She didn’t take offense, everybody know I ain’t much for socializing. But there was sure to be a lot of fodder for the old gossip mill, come tomorrow.
I ain’t never spent that much money on vittles before. I was more of a canned beans and luncheon meat kinda man, and here I was buying out the store of all the best meat and such.
Hopefully, she and whoever she blabbed to didn’t make too much of it. I knew for sure they wouldn’t dare trespass on my land to find out because they knew my gun was always at the ready.
I pushed the cart out to my old truck and loaded up before heading back to the farm. My heart didn’t even skip a beat at what I was about to do. I don’t see a damn thing wrong with it. As far as I’m concerned I have only the best intentions.
I was sure there might be some struggling on her part in the beginning but I’d wear her down yet. It might take a couple years at that, but by then I’d have me a couple little ones with my name, which is all I’m after.
After once again making sure everything was in place, I set out to capture my mate, and bring her home. I’d pieced together her routine from following her and from the things she’d posted online and congratulated myself on being the one to save her from certain disaster.
The way she was going, putting all her business out there for just anyone to see, it was a wonder some ill intentioned asshole hadn’t snatched her already and done who knows what.
You see I don’t see any correlation between that phantom someone and myself. Though I didn’t do much talking, I do a lot of thinking. In my mind the end justifies the means. I know what my plans are.
That I’ll be good to her and whatever children we have. I wasn’t just after sex after all, though I’ll maybe fuck her all day everyday for the first month or so. But after I get her with child I don’t see why we can’t settle down to a fine life.
That harlot that had been in my bed said something about my antisocial tendencies once. Whatever the green hell that means.
According to her, because daddy had kept me here on the farm away from the outside world my mindset was a throwback to the old ways. And since I got everything I learned about life from the old publications daddy had kept around, I tend to be stuck in the past.
She might be right, this had a lot to do with my tendency to not give a fuck. I’m pretty sure the men and women who formed this land hadn’t either.
I had a list of things I needed to pick up that I thought it best not to get in my neck of the woods, so I’d looked up some pharmacies on the way between the farm and the college.
If anyone thought it strange that a man was buying up folic acid and fertility suppositories they didn’t mention it. I left the place loaded down with bags and ignored the appreciative stares from the women I passed on the way out.
I’m not that green that I didn’t know women found me attractive. Some of the folks in town couldn’t see past the beard and long hair. Others, especially of the female persuasion certainly did on occasion compliment me. That’s why I never go anywhere without my shades.
I had one jezebel proposition me right there in the canned foods aisle of the Piggly Wiggly before I had it torn down. Told me just what she was gonna do to me, balls and all.