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( chapter five, indulging herself. ) trigger warning! sexual content.
A WARM BREEZE brushes across Sadie's pale skin, she sits underneath a tree in the ranch, basking in the sun's rays that shine through the leaves. Even if she didn't particularly enjoyed the ranch, it did have it's perks — such as the ability to sit in silence with no undead to interrupt the peacefulness of Broke Jaw Ranch. Though, the times Sadie does get a moment of peace, it's quickly interrupted by someone or some kind of commotion.
Her ears perk up at the sound of shouting, her head snaps to the side as her eyes focus in on the front gate to her right. There she sees an RV stopped in front of the gate, with it's passengers and driver—the Trimbol family—looking through the window at Troy, who bangs his hand against the vehicle in a fit of rage.
"Mike, get your ass out here now." Troy walks around to the passenger-side door, bending down slightly to look Mike in the eye as he shouts, "Come on, get your ass out here. People died for us, Mike!" He bangs on the window, face inches away from the glass as he spits out, "Our people, and you're gonna run, huh? It's not what a man does, Mike!"
Sadie stands from her spot under the tree, blue eyes focused on the scene happening a few feet in front of her. She walks closer as Jake steps up, loudly saying Troy's name to get his brother's attention, "Troy, stand down. Dad said they could leave."
As she walks closer, Troy steps away from the passenger-side door, stopping to stand in front of the RV as he scoffs, "Yeah, he said they could leave, not with ranch property." Jake shakes his head, gesturing to the vehicle as he says, "What property? This is theirs."
Her mother stands a few steps away from the Otto brothers, watching the scene begin to unravel into chaos as Sadie stops at her side. Madison grabs her hand, giving it a squeeze as she sends Sadie a small reassuring smile. "They gassed up, didn't they? Gas is ranch property." Troy remarks, his face pulled into a sneer as his eyes squint from the sun's light shining down on his face. He walks over to the driver-side door, smacking his hand against the window as he points at Vernon, "And I guarantee you that they took plenty of shit from the pantry! And I want to see an inventory, Vernon!" He bangs on the glass again, anger filling his voice as he continues to shout, "I want it inspected!"
Jake stares Troy down, shaking his head as he states, "This is not what Dad wants–" "Why should I give a damn what Dad wants?" Troy scoffs out a laugh, though unamused as he turns to his brother, sending him a glare. "He never gives a shit about me–" At his words, Jake grabs him, slamming him against the RV as he grits out, "You're not protecting the ranch."
