Chapter 8

“He was merely having some lemonade,” countered Pearl. She poured a glass for her brother and wheeledover to the railing. He took it with a muttered thanks, drinking it down in one go. Meanwhile, Pearl scratched the velvety nose of the gelding, cooing to him.

“Well, let’s get back to it.”

“Of course,” Chad said. A rancher’s work was never done, he remembered that from his youth. He put onhis Stetson, tipping the brim to Pearl. “Thank you for the mighty fine lemonade, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome. Both of you be back by six, or you’ll miss dinner,” she playfully threatened as Chad headed off, following after the silent, sullen Rafael.

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