Chapter 111

“You…women don’t do that!”

George fluttered his lashes and said in a voice dripping with saccharine, “This woman does when her man is threatened.”

“Georgie!”

Bart and Frank were beside him, so it wasn’t them calling his name. He glanced around to see Steve, thank God. His face was a little battered, his shirt was torn, and he was leading three horses: Bart’s Aramis, Frank’s Athos, and Fox’s Davy Crockett. And…

What the?

The kid George had left behind rode up on the big gray stallion, holding the banjo he’d carried on his back almost as if it were a rifle.

“You planning on a hoedown?” Frank asked.

The kid gave him a flat look and responded the same way he had to the brothers. “I don’t play.” He put the banjo back into its canvas case.

Frank looked puzzled. George couldn’t figure it out either, but he had other things to think of. “Are you okay, Steve?”

“Yeah, Georgie.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Chris?”