“What’s his name?” “Shadowfax,” Boone said. “Wait.” I paused what I was doing. “Like from Lord of the Rings?” Boone raise an amused brow at me. “Just like that, yeah.” “What does an old rancher know about Lord of the Rings?” I laughed. “I read those books long before Orlando Broom or whatever the hell his name is starred in the movies. I’ve still got my original paperbacks somewhere in the house. I stole them from my hometown library.” I couldn’t be all the way sure, but I think one side of Boone’s mouth tilted a little bit—almost a smile. “My saint of a brother replaced them years later,
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