Through the Dust (Black Springs Ranch, #2)

by Amber Palmer

“Where the fuck do you come up with this shit?” I shrugged. “Unlike some people—and I’m not naming names, of course—I read books with words, not just pictures. I know it’s a crazy concept. Maybe if you tried it some time, you could learn a thing or two.”

“You need to live a little, Bish. Life on the sidelines is dull. You’re gonna be too busy watching it pass you by.”

“Absolutely not,” Dad said, shaking his head. “You’re a part of this family, Bishop. Dunno how many times I have to tell you that. So, unless you have something better to do, I’m gonna kindly ask you to sit your ass down and join us.”

He’d always said he’d rest when he was dead, that the devil himself would have to tear him from the saddle to reap his soul.

“I didn’t say all that to listen to crickets chirp.”