Burn the Wild (Runaway Ranch, #3)

by Ava Hunter

The door swings open. Charlie strides in with a squirrelly-looking smile and a crazed glint in his eye. Davis pivots from Dakota. Frowns. “Let me see your knuckles,” he orders. Charlie rolls his eyes but sticks both fists out. Davis scrutinizes Charlie’s knuckles. I do too, but mostly to know how proud of him I should be. When it comes to our younger siblings, my twin and I play good cop, bad cop. He’s the hands-on type. Me? I only pull the big brother card when there’s imminent danger of death. Satisfied, Davis nods and turns back to his wife. While Davis isn’t looking, Charlie, proud as hell, takes a busted windshield wiper out of the back pocket of his jeans and sets it on the kitchen table. Ruby squeaks and covers Duke’s eyes. “Fucker had it coming,” Charlie says to me in a low voice. I snicker. “Who was it?” I feel for the poor bastard on the other end of Charlie’s wrath. “Clyde Krenshaw.”