Chapter 18

“I’m not going to be far.”

“You have to finish the calves this morning.”

Mal shook his head. “I don’t care. I’ll spend the day here with you, and if I can’t do that, then I’ll be right outside the kitchen door.”

“Okay, Mal.”

Mal tried to smile, but he couldn’t. His mouth wasn’t cooperating, and he didn’t feel like he had anything to smile about. His blood still thundered in his ears, and his heart pounded against his ribs. He wanted to find J.R. and pound him into the ground—on principle. For thinking he had the right to hurt Christian, or anybody smaller than he was. He wanted to do the same to Cy. But he didn’t want to scare Christian, or do anything rash, so he fought that impulse, pushing it farther and farther down.