ain't it grand

Kennedy stared at her with a blank expression when she tried her hand at a joke. He was in no mood for humor, that much he knew. Perhaps his first impression had been wrong, and she was just like everybody else—trying to make him into something he was not. The man was sick of it, and wished only to be left alone. Or kicked out. That would have been a-okay with him, too. For some reason, the wolves of the ridge insisted on keeping him around. Perhaps for entertainment purposes.

It seemed she was unaware of the event that had caused his current state, and he took the opportunity for all it was worth. “I asked too many questions,” he replied, eyeballing her with kelly-green eyes. “If you aren’t careful, the same could happen to you.”