Play It Safe(110)

There we saw coming down the lane another SUV followed by a pickup and as they careened closer at what appeared to be high speed I saw they were followed by a sedan.

“No,” Gray whispered then I tensed when he clipped, “f*ck no.”

Then his chair scraped back and he was out of it like a shot, stalking to the backdoor.

I had no idea who owned those vehicles but I did know whoever it was really wasn’t welcome so I shot to my feet and ran after Gray.

When I got down the back steps I saw he was striding, long legs eating the distance, across the side yard that was dotted with big, shady trees toward the now parked trucks and car. And it was then I saw who was in them.

The SUV held Gray’s uncles Olly and Charlie, the two I’d met, in the pickup was a man I’d never seen but his looks were unmistakably Cody and in the car was Macy.

As they exited their vehicles I quickly took them in.

Back in the day during my first stay in Mustang, I noticed Charlie had gone soft and carried extra weight. I had met and been around Olly when he was home during my cooking lessons with Macy but (wisely) he avoided the kitchen during those times and I only shared greetings, farewells and a handful of words in between. Olly, then and now, and the man who had to be Frank had not gone soft. They were tall, their burnished, dark blond hair only sprinkled with gray and they were still lean, fit and handsome. They wore their age, definitely, but they wore it well.

“Get gone,” I heard Gray growl dangerously, still striding toward them as they lined up a few feet in front of their vehicles.

It was Frank, eyes narrowed on the remains of the barn, his face carrying an easily read emotion of being extremely pissed off, who cut his gaze to Gray and asked weirdly, “What you doin’ ‘bout this shit, boy?” Then he gave an irate jerk of his chin toward the barn.

“I said, get gone,” Gray semi-repeated, stopping four feet in front of them and I hustled to his side.

“And I said,” Frank leaned in, “what you doin’ ‘bout this shit, boy?”

I did not have a good feeling about this.

“All right, guys, let’s all calm down, go inside, open a beer and talk calmly,” Macy, arriving at the pack, put in and I knew by her bossy yet soothing tone she trailed the brothers in her own car because she’d tried to talk them out of coming, failed but followed them in order to play peacemaker.

“Stay outta this, Macy,” Olly rumbled, not taking his eyes off Gray.

“You haven’t answered my question,” Frank prompted ominously.

“And you haven’t moved your ass off my goddamned land,” Gray shot back. “Now get…the f**k…gone.”

“Maybe you guys can come back in a day or two?” I suggested but none of them even looked at me.

“Bud Sharp needs to learn a lesson,” Charlie told Gray and I tensed.

“My problem, not yours. Get gone,” Gray returned.

“Sittin’ here, sittin’ on your hands when you got f**ked?” Olly asked then went on to state, “That’s not Cody.”

“You wouldn’t know what Cody is, you ass**le. Now get gone,” Gray clipped and all of them tensed and it was more than a little scary.

“Seems we know more ‘bout bein’ a Cody than you, boy. Fuck. Half a day’s gone and there’s no Sharp swingin’ from no tree,” Frank remarked and my tense went ultra tense.

Frank wasn’t done.

“Your Daddy, my Daddy, my Daddy’s Daddy would not get his goddamned barn burned down right under his f**kin’ nose and then delay to seein’ someone pays.”

And at that, something clicked in me. I felt it. I could swear I even heard it.

And when it did, I lost it.

“How dare you?” I whispered but that whisper vibrated with a feeling so strong it shimmered in the air and everyone present felt it. I knew this when all eyes came to me. “How dare you?” I repeated then I shrieked, “How f**king dare you?”

I took three fast steps to the Brothers Cody and got a steel band-like arm wrapped around my belly which hauled me back into Gray’s body and cut off my advance but it didn’t stop my tirade.

“Buddy Sharp’s been playing with Gray for years and you didn’t have his back then. I’ve been home for weeks and not a one of you,” my eyes moved to Macy, “even you, came to see me. You live in this town. You know what happened to us. And you know Gray nearly lost this land, this house, that barn,” I swung an arm out behind me, “because he was taking care of your mother,” I jabbed a finger at them, “and you didn’t do shit. His trees were poisoned, his horses were poisoned and where were you then? Now you have the balls to show up here when you left your nephew blowing in the breeze and try to tell him how to deal with a tragedy? How he should handle that sick, jealous piece of shit in town whose entire life focus is taking Grayson Cody down? You show up here after we spent a sleepless night after being in a barn that was collapsing around us, taking our lives in our hands to save your legacy, a legacy you have given nothing to for decades but still you have the nerve to drive up here and get in Gray’s face about it? How dare you?”

“Ivey –” Macy started, her voice placating but my eyes sliced to her.

“No,” I cut her off. “Actually, I don’t give a f**k how you dare. What I give a f**k about is that you, all of you,” I swung an arm out to indicate them all, “get out of my man’s space right now. He’s survived this. He’s survived the hits he took in his past. He’s bent over backward and twisted himself into knots making it so your mother survived and had as good a life as he could give her after her legs were taken and he’s still doing that. And he’s done all this without even a little help from you three.” I stabbed a finger in turn at the brothers three. “You don’t get this so I’ll give it to you. You have nothing to say to Grayson Cody, not about what he does or this land. So get in your cars and,” I strained against Gray’s arm and screeched, “go.”