Chapter 26

Around the back of the house, the cowboys are already saddling up. Chavez stands by the open barn door, shouting out assignments and duties as the men ride past. Another split-rail fence has fallen in the eastern field, and the waterhole to the north has become choked with weeds, and the steers in the lower thirty need to be rounded up for the next train heading to the slaughterhouse. I sidle up beside him and glance at the sheet of paper in his hand, but it’s covered in scribbling Spanish I can’t decipher.

“Where do you want me?” I ask.

Chavez jumps as if spooked. He glances over his shoulder at me and visibly pales. “Big D wants you in his office this morning, ese.Pronto.”

A feeling of dread curls into the pit of my stomach. He knows about the picnic.

Damn. How’d he find out? Jonesy.

Clearing my throat, I push back my hat and frown at Chavez. “What’s this all about, do you know?”