Chapter 17
“Heya,” the woman said. “I’m Shannon Graves. Your neighbor over the hill?”
“Hey! You’re American!” Felix said.
“So are you! How neat!” Shannon said. “You a friend of the Malloys?”
“Not really, no,” Felix said.
“Well, I think this sheep here is yours. Well, theirs.”
“Could be. They all look the same to me.”
Shannon’s heavily-made-up eyes blinked, but her painted on smile never faltered. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“You know, four legs and fluffy? I’m not really much of a farmer. I can ask—”
“She’s one’a ours,” Ronan said from the now open kitchen door. “How’d she get over to your place?”
“You know, I’m not real sure. I think there’s a place in the fence that’s fallen down. She seems to be the only one out at the moment.”
Ronan sighed. “Stone fence or barbed wire?”