Chapter 5

“We’re heading to the house. Are you joining us?” Casey asked, his voice tense, but polite.

Mr. Randle pulled off his cowboy hat and held it with both hands. “No. I’ve got to get back to work.” He eyed them, clearly expecting some kind of response. When neither spoke, he continued. “I guess we need to get together soon.”

Wade and his brother looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

“About the land?”

They turned back to Mr. Randle and shrugged.

“What are you talking about?” Wade asked.

“Your father, he promised to sell me the land at a reduced rate.”

Casey’s eyes bugged out. “He what?”

Anger rising in him, Wade took a step forward, gratified to see the old man step back. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Your father didn’t tell you?”

“No.”

“Well, I’m not surprised he didn’t tell you, Wade. He couldn’t stand the sight of you,” he sneered. “But, I assumed he’d told Casey.”

Wade’s hands curled into fists and hatred for the man in front of him surged through him.