She smiles. “Thank you, Wyatt. And you know, I was just kidding about the Miss Luck thing. Please call me Mollie.” I drop the mounting block on the ground by her feet. “Time to get on the horse, Mollie.” “Not you, Cash. You can still call me Miss Luck.” Rolling my eyes, I shove my hat onto my head. “Let’s get a move on.” “Where’s Goody?” “Out here!” the lawyer calls from the corral. Like a true Texan, Goody keeps spare riding gear in the trunk of her pickup. She’d changed and was in the saddle less than ten minutes after lunch wrapped up. “Y’all take your time.” Mollie dubiously looks up at
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