Bishop's Vow and Vengeance

Five years ago Bishop let another woman carry him through my grief. I took my father's tools and drove north with the radio off. Now the Copper Vipers want to run a pipeline through my land, and Bishop is standing in my shop as if the wake was last week. I told him no. He camped in my field anyway. He fixed my dock. He hauled ice through a hailstorm. He doesn't argue. He just stands there in the rain with a folder in his hands and his hat in his hand and every rotten truth I never wanted to hear. He cheated. He left. He was wrong. But he also spent five years coming back, and this time I'm going to make him earn every step up my dock.