”I dunno, man, you tell me. Lori’s off squeezing lemonade like it’s the goddamn Kentucky Derby. The love pigeons ain’t been seen for over an hour. You got Father John over there tryin’ ta get that ancient record player workin’ and attract every walker within five miles.” Shane threw an arm out, as though he was settin’ the mood for a buffet line. They sure as hell had meats of all tender goodness—dark and white meat to choose from.
”An’ I musta lost my invitation while I sweat my ass off workin’ on these perimeter fences. So, you tell me, Sheriff.”
The former Sheriff listened to him rant on. As he did so, he glanced around the farm, watching as people seemed to be calm, happy for the first time in a long time. The corners of Rick’s lips tugged up as he turned to face his best friend. Throughout most of the day, he’d been working himself hard, had been focused on making the farm secure for the rest of the group - he didn’t need to, however, the farm was already safe.
“Hey, smile. We’re safe here. They’re just happy we got it good,” he placed a hand on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze.
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