So the massive storm knocked out the power last night. Brock had to wake up at 1 o’clock in the morning to go get a shipment for the ranch. It’s pitch fucking black outside and as Brock is opening up the gate. He hears something bolt out from behind his truck. He’d might as well salute the ground and be prepared to die. Because if it’s the coyote that comes around every summer he’s fucked. He also can’t see shit because he’s blinded by his head lights. The gravel settles as his feet with a woosh and Brock breathes a sigh of relief. It’s Buck’s cat Alpine she must’ve decided to roam around after the storm. Brock took a minute to collect himself and reign in his blood pressure. “Jesus fuck Alpine I love you hun but you’re bad for my cardiovascular system.” He bent down to pet her before picking her up. “You’re gonna ride with me to pick up this shipment. I’ll text your dad later.” He put her in his massive pick up truck got in himself. And off they went on a mini road trip three hours to and from to pick this thing up.
He also sent pics to Bucky of her happy as clam in the cab of his truck. Something Bucky got a kick out of.