Where's "Home"?

Brock:

“Yeah. I needed a break, so here I am.” Smiling brightly, stepping slowly towards Goldy Locks allowing her horse to smell my hand with a nip of its teeth, pulling back my hand sucking on the spot it bit down.

“Motherfucking Trot Shitter.” Kodiak snarled darkly with me, shaking out the stinging pain that radiated along my palm.

“I’m sorry. He’s normally quite gentle.” Goldy Locks patted t