Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Goddamn. Here I am, thinking about it all again. Fucking Sully. He always twists me all up.
“We good, boss?” I ask him. “I need to check on the fence.”
“Yup,” Sully replies, disappointment in his voice. I’m heading toward Arrow when he says, “The Bureau of Land Management just did another roundup. Dad’s bringing in some new stallions. Rumor has it one of them is a pretty wild mustang. Thought you might like to know.”
Wild mustangs are protected, and sometimes put up for adoption by the Bureau of Land Management. The back of my neck prickles with excitement, with a need not many things can make me feel. There’s only been a few of them in my whole life—ranching, horses, and Bishop Sullivan.
I nod, grab my bag with supplies, then head out to the paddock for Arrow. I’ve already ridden him this morning, so he’s saddled and ready to go. Bulldog and Big Jimmy are talking, not too far away from me. I give them a wave, climb onto Arrow’s back, and take off for the fence line.
It’s quiet out here, nothing but green pastures, trees dotting the landscape, and the mountains in the distance. I inhale deeply, sucking the air into my lungs, crisp and clean, lulled by the sound of Arrow’s hooves against the ground. Fuck, there is nothing like this in the whole damn world.
What was the point in Sully telling me about that damn mustang anyway? So far, I haven’t gotten to tend to the horses as much as I’d like, but I know Sully, and he wouldn’t have mentioned it if he wasn’t going to do his damnedest to change that.
“I had this dream last night.” Sully pulls my head to his stomach and runs his fingers through my hair. I don’t get why he’s always doing shit like this, why he wants to touch and cuddle after we come. He knows nothing will ever come of this, so why is he always trying to touch me like this? Like he wants me to believe I’m something special to him. I’m not. I never would be.
“Yeah? What was this dream?” I ask, pretending that what he’s doing isn’t getting to me, that I don’t want to nuzzle into his chest and throat while he pets me like I matter.
“I got a mustang.”
“Horse or car?”
He chuckles. “What do you think?”
“Got it. Car,” I tease in a rare moment of playfulness. We both know he’s talking about a horse. “What did you do with this mustang?”
“Tried to ride him, but he wouldn’t let me. The damn thing was too wild, but then you tried, and he took to you right away. You know what they say about mustangs, don’t ya?” I shift uncomfortably, and he continues. “They tend to connect with one person, build a special bond with them, and that’s what he did with you. I gave him to you and…”
I sit up, discomfort like spider legs down my spine. Sully sighs from where he’s lying in the tall grass, naked, with cum dried on his groin. I hate it when he talks like this, when his words try to fool my brain. “Don’t need your handouts, Sull. Come on. Let’s get dressed. We need to get back to work.”
I shake the memory, eyes spotting something in the distance. “Goddamn it.” I signal for Arrow to speed up to a gallop, then slow down so as not to spook the bull tangled in a spot of wire in the fence. As I climb off Arrow, I grab my bag and try to quietly lull the bull. “Shh. It’s okay. Gonna get you out of this.” It’s why riding fence has to be done daily—you don’t want to let in anyone who doesn’t belong, or one of the cattle to get out. Don’t matter how often you’re fixing fences, seems there’s always more to be done.
The damn thing must have tired itself out because it doesn’t put up much of a fight as I cut the wire and get it free. There are a few lacerations, but nothing too bad. Still, we need to get him to the pen and taken care of. I pull my cell out and call Wade. “Got someone a little scraped up from getting tangled in the damn wire. I need to get the fence fixed and ride the rest of it. Can you come get him?”
“Yup. Where you at?”
I give him my location, then give the bull a once-over. He stays close, and Arrow isn’t going anywhere, so I start working on the fence while waiting for Wade to arrive. It takes him a good thirty minutes to get to me.
Bulldog and Big Jimmy are with him. Wade climbs off his horse and says to the bull, “You got yourself into a mess, didn’t you? The boys will get you taken care of.”