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Max cut across his words “You wouldn’t admit it if you had, and we both know it It’s irrelevant anyway I don’t particularly care how the girl pumps the information fro as she isn’t fool enough to start caring about him and double-cross us”
“She knoould happen if she did Besides, I’ve already warned her about thinking she’d ever be any more to Echohawk than a piece of ass”
“Let’s hope she remembers that,” Max replied absently
“She will,” Boone asserted, then paused a beat “So what do you want me to do? It would be a waste of time to call any local haulers or sale barns to put theet a hold of us if they hear froet someone from out of state like he did with the hay”
“Don’t do anything Just leave it to uarantee Echohaon’t be shipping cattle any time soon”
“What have you got up your sleeve?” Boone knew his father had a plan, and it grated hi informed of it
“Publicity With the Cee Bar at the center of it—just like you were so ready to do the other night With a different story line, though” On that enig roo door
Boone waited, certain that any second Max would swing his chair around and announce his intentions—like a word coh Instead Max hit the re his wheelchair to pass through without pause
For a stunned instant Boone was too furious at being kept in the dark to do lare at the closed door Then he spun on his heel and strode fro the door behind him
Chapter Fourteen
Thunder rumbled in the distance, an accompaniment to the soft patter of rain on the roof Quint sat at the old desk in the kitchen, his feet propped on a corner of it, the telephone to his ear, and his body angled toward thethat looked onto the front porch In the living roo breaths of a snoozing Empty
Quint paid little attention to any of it, not even the sound of hishis at the Triple C He was too distracted by the vague shape of Dallas, standing outside by the porch rail
Occasional lightning flashes would show her silhouette, so, or one resting on an upright post A heavy sweatshirt gave the illusion of bulk to her sliure, yet it seemed to eave the impression she was in a pensive, alht that aroused all of his protective ht for her
“Quint, are you listening tohint of reproach in his mother’s voice commanded his attention
“Sorry, Mom I’ day, and I’ve had a bunch of them in a row”