As if on cue, both of their phones blew up with text messages, photos from Justin and Wes out at the ranch. Justin astride a horse, Wes in silhouette in the sun on his own horse. Cattle spread across a pasture that stretched from horizon to horizon, scrub grass and West Texas lowlands. Dust rose in puffy clouds behind the cattle and their horses, and the picture looked hot enough that Colton’s neck started to sweat. There was a close-up of Justin, smiling for the camera with dirt smeared across one cheek, his blond hair tumbled over half of his face beneath the rim of his cowboy hat. Wes
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