“He was always in such great shape.” “You have to be if you wanna keep cowboyin’,” Cash replies. I scoff. “I think my dad loved being a cowboy more than he loved anything else.” “That’s not true.” “You don’t know that,” I snap. Cash yanks on the reins, pulling the horse to a stop. I turn my head a little so I can just glimpse Cash in my peripheral vision. I furrow my brow. “What?” “You resent me for knowing him better than you did, don’t you, City Girl?”
