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I don’t pretend to understand it, I’ where they lead me

I pull into the winding drive of the Buchanan farmhouse tenout to his truck As soon as he notices s my way Dressed in work boots, ripped jeans, and a faded t-shirt, he looks like he’s headed out to do some field work

“Morning,” I say

“Aw, you broughtin my hand “Hoeet You shouldn’t have”

“You still hate walnuts?”

His brows lift, as if he’s impressed that I remember such a mundane detail “I do”

“Then you wouldn’t like this anyway Where’s your brother?” I glance at Wyatt’s parked truck several yards away

“If he’s not still inside, then he’s in the horse barn saddling up a coupleout again this Friday night?”

“Didn’t plan on it …”

“You should”

I cluck ue “I don’t know if I can afford it, Cash … those twenty-five-dollar drinks add up pretty quickly”

He chuffs “I’ll give you the friends and family discount, how about that?”

“Te, but I’ll have to think about it”

“Wyatt comes every Friday at seven Stays until about nine”

Cockingme this?”

Shrugging, he jams his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and bears that signature ornery twinkle in his eye

“No reason,” he says

“If Wyatt wants my company, he can ask me himself”

The front screen door slaes from the front door

“Speak of the devil,” Cash says

“Cash, quit harassing the help,” Wyatt says,his way down the front walk “Free labor’s hard to come by”

“Was just telling her she should coht,” Cash says “From about seven to nine PM”