Word Total: 90,017
Year to Date: 480,071
Summary of Events:
Erik came home from work and had Madeleine listen to a confrontation he had with Kaira in which he told her that he was not pleased with her advances toward him, nor with the insults that, during their confrontation, she levelled at Madeleine; he also told Madeleine that Mr. Kjeldsen would be reassigning him and Kaira to different places. Axel got a reply from Amalie that was rather scathing, suggesting he should've come back to Denmark, but was stopped from feeling sorry for himself by the arrival of Jordyn, whom he decided would be a good replacement for Amalie. Madeleine woke up with Erik beside her on his first day off in a long time, and couldn't have been happier — although she and Erik agreed that they didn't want to be apart, but because they loved each other too much, not because of fear, so she planned to call Nellie and tell her she wouldn't be a bridesmaid. Axel was outside enjoying the morning when he heard a truck driving slowly and discovered it was Travis — and his young son — and they were on the yard looking at the grain bins . . .
Excerpt of the Day:
“What do you want?” Travis swore, apparently not caring what language his son knew.
“You to stop trespassing,” Axel replied. “This is private property, and I can tell by your slow crawl that you intended not to be discovered. Besides, we require appointments for grain sales.”
“Why should I respect you when you won’t respect me?” Travis asked.
“Because if I, being disrespected, call the police and report your disrespect of me, you could be arrested for it, as I have the right to determine who is allowed on my property or not, and people behaving furtively are definitely not welcome,” Axel replied.
“Hm,” Travis said indignantly.
“But, to kill the cat, how am I not respecting you?” Axel asked.
“To kill the cat?” Travis asked.
“It’s your own Englishism,” Axel replied.
“I’ve never heard it,” Travis snapped.
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Axel replied. “I’m just playing on it.”
“How?” Travis asked.
“Just answer my question,” Axel snapped with a milder oath than Travis had used, it wasn’t fun when he had to explain his play on words. After all, English was Travis’ first language, not his, so Travis should’ve been able to get it.
“You’re disrespecting me by not answering my question right now,” Travis replied insolently.
“That’s not the answer you were thinking of originally,” Axel retorted.
“No, it wasn’t,” Travis admitted defiantly. “The main way that you’re disrespecting me is by not dropping those bogus charges.”
“Bogus,” Axel said.
“Yeah, don’t you know what bogus means stealer?” Travis taunted.
“Not genuine or true,” Axel replied. “Which the charges against you are most certainly not. They are not bogus. They are genuine and true. After all, combines don’t roll over by themselves when they’re strapped to trailers.”
“How do you know?” Travis demanded.
“It doesn’t seat with logic,” Axel replied.
“Whatever that means,” Travis said. “I’ll bet I could find it on YouTube.”
“Yeah, but is the tractor going to travel four hundred metres?” Axel demanded. “On that short of a slope, leading onto that level of a surface, that combine, if merely falling over, should’ve merely gone on its side, maybe upside down. It’s too square to go further. But it rolled multiple times. And if you didn’t hit that truck and trailer then why do they have the worse damage?”
“Shut up and get off my truck,” Travis swore.
“Then you’d better be getting off this yard or I’m going to get the police over here and add to the amount of legal fees you’re going to have to spend to try and ensure that your sentence is less than you deserve,” Axel replied.
“This isn’t the end,” Travis swore.
“As if,” Axel retorted. “We haven’t even had a court date yet.”
Travis rolled up his window and Axel stepped back cautiously.
He startled when the truck shot forward and ran toward the nearest bin as Travis whipped a tight turn and then screamed out the driveway, driving very close to the bin as if to warn Axel that even if his relationship with Amalie was over, his dealings with the Murray Rowlands were far from it.
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