“I can’t breathe.”
“I don’t fucking care.” But when Sebastian’s face turned purple, this time, from lack of oxygen, Killian released him. He folded in half and drew in deep breaths. “You put her at risk all to make the collar and get your name in the fucking paper.”
“She wasn’t at risk.”
“She’s walking around her property, where there are people illegally hunting. Of course, she’s at risk, you fuck.”
“I’ve been working on this for two years. I wasn’t about to call you in, so you could take all the credit.”
“When the fuck have I done that?” Killian moved closer; Sebastian backed up. “You’ve had a hard on for me since high school. What the fuck is your problem? You got all the girls, homecoming king. You had it all, so what the fuck is your problem with me?”
“I don’t have a problem,” Sebastian said, but he couldn’t hold Killian’s hard stare.
“Bullshit. At least, at the moment, we have to work together, and whatever the fuck crawled up your ass is getting in the way. So, now’s your time to get it out.”
Silence followed before Sebastian said, “We used to be friends.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Didn’t have many growing up. You and Liam were it and then I got pushed out.”
Killian couldn’t believe they were having this conversation. What the fuck, but he saw the pain just under the anger. “Didn’t push you out.”
“Sure as hell felt like it.”
“Not got the time for this,” Killian said, then conceded, “Later.”
Sebastian nodded.
“Who was in the truck?” The man was probably just checking Cedar out, but seeing him twice was creeping toward stalker. Time to shut that shit down.
“Some tourist. Said he got lost.”
“You get a name?”
“No. Why?”
“Make and model of the truck? License plate?”
“Late model Ford F150, gray. Didn’t take the plates, didn’t think I needed to. What’s going on?”
That was like a fucking needle in a haystack. “You see him again, you call me.” Killian moved the conversation on when he asked, “Who’s poaching?”
“Not sure. Never get close enough, but I’ve been in touch with a few counties around us. It’s not just here.”
At least they knew who the hell was coming and going from Cedar’s place. “You got a handle on it?” Killian asked.
“Yeah. Got rangers monitoring her property.”
“Good,” Killian said then added, “Thanks.”
“Yeah, man.”
He started for the door but stopped. “Are there wild turkeys around here?”
“No.”
“So, you’ve never seen one?”