“Where is she?” Topher demanded storming into the barn.
Mica didn't even pause in delivering jabs to the punching bag as she asked, “Who exactly? There are several she's around here.”
“Mica,” he growled, grabbing the bag.
“I'm right here,” Mica replied, shooting him an innocent look.
Topher closed his eyes, seemed to be collecting himself and said, “Where is your sister, Piper?”
“Oh her. Went to town for some medicine.”
“Uh yeah.” Mica rolled her eyes and gave the bag a hard punch. “She has a radio and will call if she gets in trouble.”
“Really?” Topher scoffed, “What if she goes off the road and ends up with one of those things having her for dinner?”
“Your faith in my sister is overwhelming,” Mica snarked back. She stepped away from the bag and stripped off her gloves. “That won't happen.”
“I hope your right.” Topher barked over his shoulder as he stormed back out. Mica stuck her tongue out at his retreating back. When the door slammed shut, she heaved a sigh and hoped she was right too.
Author's Note: Unedited Version