“You’re not the boss of me, Cade Jennings.” “Who else is going to tell you when you’re doing something stupid?” he counters. “I could ride these trails in my sleep and you know it. I’ll be fine. It’s summer. The snow has melted. It hasn’t rained in ages. Again. I’ll. Be. Fine.” “You’ll be fine because you’re not going alone.” Cade loops the reins around Tonka’s saddle horn. He looks to Dolly, who is already tacked up and patiently waiting to go out. “Yeah?” I argue, placing my hands on my hips. “And who’s going to go with me? Because I’m not missing it. It’s my birthday after all.” “You won’t
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