Wild Card: Boys of Fall by Mari Carr

Author:Mari Carr [Carr, Mari]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2016-07-07T21:00:00+00:00

5

Toby: Last night’s concert was worse than Saturday’s.

Silence

Toby: Glen? You there?

Silence

Toby: Come on, man. Throw a dog a bone. Would you consider apologizing to Trent?

Silence

Toby: Glen?

Silence

Toby: Fuck. Text me when you get this

Glen leaned against the truck and stared at the main house like a zombie. He’d arrived at the ranch when it was still dark this morning. Dark, in his mind, indicated night and sleeping, and his body had rejected being up at that ungodly hour until the third cup of strong, black coffee kicked in.

Now, as the sun was just beginning to set, he was fairly certain he’d never been in this much pain in his life. Merely getting up early had been a cakewalk to the physical anguish he was experiencing now. What kind of person chose to live in a place like this?

Mentally, Glen tried to figure out how many steps he would have to make to get from here to the house. Too many, he decided, as he continued to lean. He was fighting like the devil to make his stance appear casual. In truth, the truck was the only thing keeping him upright.

Coach walked back from the stable, where he’d gone to check on a few things, and slapped Glen on the shoulder. Glen fought not to wince. The older man had been right beside him all damn day. And while he hadn’t done as much of the backbreaking work as Glen, he’d still done his fair share. Something Glen was certain Lorelie would not have approved of if she’d seen it.

“You did good work today, Glen. There might be city blood in your veins, but you’ve got the spirit of a rancher.”

Glen could not disagree more. If this was what it meant to be a ranch hand, he’d stay on the road with Trent Asshole Maxwell until the day he died.

“Thanks,” he said, “but I’m not so sure about that. I’ve played my guitar until my fingers bled and cramped and not felt as bad as this.”

Coach laughed. “Hard work never killed anybody. It’ll get easier.”

Glen couldn’t imagine that, but before he could contradict him, Lorelie appeared on the porch. Glen forced himself to stand up straighter.

Mercifully, she crossed the yard to them, granting him a few more minutes to figure out if he could get his legs moving again.

“You’re back.” She gave her dad a quick kiss on the cheek. “How did the post digging go?”

“A lot faster with this man’s help.” Coach was smiling at Glen. “Covered double the distance I’d hoped today.”

Digging holes for fence posts was excruciating work. As much as Glen was worried about getting his legs to function again, he didn’t even hope for the ability to lift his arms. That wasn’t going to happen for days.

He’d been too busy this afternoon to reply to Toby’s texts and now he couldn’t even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. Apologize to Trent? The idea had pissed him off so much, he’d started digging holes faster. So fast that Oakley had teased him about making them look bad in front of Coach.

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