“Who made you boss?” I say with a smirk. “Your daddy did. You best listen.” I wag my eyebrows. “Yessir.” Wyatt eyes us. “Is this some kinda weird foreplay y’all got going on?” “Nah.” I sip water from the thermos Cash dropped into my saddlebag earlier. Bless him, he put ice in it. “Just your brother pretending to be in charge.” Cash’s forearm flexes as he guides his horse closer. “That a challenge?” “Just a fact,” I clip.
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