Killian Walker sat in the D. Walker Mineral Company's small conference room with his brothers and their attorney, Stanley Benner, Esquire. It was the start of the week they were all to spend together here in Red Creek, Kansas, and so far they'd just been sitting there jawing on about every little detail of the company. Who the hell knew there was so much crap to get through? It seemed they each had their own idea of how to distribute Dusty Walker's duties as owner and CEO, but none of them showed any interest in the traveling portion. Not when every one of them had a honey living and loving right here in town. Especially Killian, newly married and loving every minute of it.
They'd been there for a couple of hours when he noticed Jackson look at the wall clock for the seventieth time. Killian frowned. Only five past ten and the lawyer had only gotten through a tenth of the files stacked in front of him. This might just kill him, and his brothers, too.