He Can’t Believe It
Kenny leaned into his seat, knocking back his drink. His daughters had talked about seeing blue light at night. His horses had restless nights. Maybe there was some truth to the locals’ words.
“You’re quiet,” the lady observed, pulling Kenny back to the present. “Ah, yes,” he managed a smile. “I have a friend at Homeland Security. Perhaps this might be more his speed.” Kenny ran a hand down his face. If there was even a remote chance of aliens in his ranch, shouldn’t the appropriate authorities know?