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“She’s in a heap of trouble,” Allister replied

Harley brushed sawdust off his jeans “Man, last I heard, that’s the only kind she liked”

Markie clucked “What he said”

“What kind exactly?” Allister asked

Harley shrugged “Anyone that’s not tied down, she takes ‘em for a ride I’m surprised Bradley hasn’t told yo

u about her She’s a little con artist”

Allister and Bradley were like brothers They talked about pretty —except Heather

“On rare occasions he’ll bring her up, but he never says too much” Allister paused “No idea where I can find him?”

“I’rain bucket and set it on the ground “Anything I can do to help?”

“Probably Don’t run off Weout” He nodded at the end of the barn “Hang tight Here he is”

Dust flew everywhere as Bradley and Draegan reined in their mounts and entered the barn They each slid away from their saddles in record time