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“It’s a celebration of the harvest,” Indigo answers. She’s a teacher at the local school and is my source for all things local.
“But how do you celebrate it?” I ask.
“I think there’s a parade.” Cash indicates the ropes holding people back from entering the street.
“I wonder if they’ll throw candy,” Isla says.
Fender picks her up and settles her on his shoulders. “Come on, cutie pie. Let’s find a good spot to get some candy.”
Isla giggles. “Giddy up, horsey!”
“No, not horses,” someone groans from behind us. I whirl around to discover a police officer strolling toward us.
“Hey, Peace,” Cash greets his half-brother.
I’m still shocked whenever I think about Cash having brothers. When we met, he was an orphan with no family. His mother died when he was in high school and he didn’t have any other relatives. Or so he thought.
Turns out his biological dad had a wife and children as well as another child out of wedlock. Now Cash has six half-brothers and two women who have claimed him as his son.
My stomach sours. Knock it off. I’m not jealous. I’m happy for my bandmate.
“What’s wrong with horses?” Jett asks.
Peace rubs a hand down his face. “We use horses to pull the parade floats since cars are frowned upon in Winter Falls. But Juniper is protesting the use of the horses.”
I perk up. A protest could be fun. “How is she protesting?”
“A sit-in at the courthouse.”
I frown. A sit-in sounds boring. Where’s the loud protesting? The clash with the police? The time in jail? Maybe I can give Juniper some ideas.
“No.” Peace steps in front of me.
I feign confusion. “What? No?”
He wags his finger at me. “No joining the protest.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Isn’t the right to protest constitutionally protected?”
Jett comes to stand next to me. “It is. We should join them.”
Dylan sighs. “No. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum will not be protesting today.”
I glare at him. “You can’t stop me.”
“What will your new lady think of your protesting?”
My brow wrinkles. “I don’t have a lady.”
He points behind me. I search the area until my gaze falls on Mercy. The woman who claimed she didn’t know who I am. She must know who I am by now. Google doesn’t lie. I think I’ll go find out.
“See ya,” I say and make my way to Mercy who appears to be arguing with Old Man Mercury again. I slow to listen to their argument.
“You shouldn’t be walking around town,” Mercy yells at Mercury.
“I’ll walk around town if I damn well want to.”
“The doctor said you should rest your knee and hip. You aren’t the youngest anymore.”
