Chapter 8

“Really, Pax.”

“And where do I like to go on vacation?”

“You don’t. You work all year long on the ranch. Labor is your liking.”

Again, he was surprised, and replied, “I don’t go on vacation?”

“Never. And if you did, I never knew about it. But I’m pretty sure you never went.”

“What a pity that is.”

“You like Riding Ranch. You’re comfortable there.”

“Which Palomino is my favorite?”

I didn’t even have to think about the answer: “Hercules.”

He chuckled, “That’s ironic.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

We were silent for a few seconds, and then he floored me with: “Tracy.” His saying the name of the woman from Tulsa caught me completely off guard. “What do you know about her?”

I swallowed saliva down the back of my throat and felt nervous. But there was no reason to feel that way, though, since we were both adults, and friends. Then I answered, “Nothing at all. That was your business.”