on the southern-style chicken fried steak. Ezra had been right. What did he care what these people thought. He’d be able to wash his hands of Pamona in no time.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. I talked to Richard earlier. He’s going to help us load the cattle and horses for the sale.” Wyn closed his eyes at the heavenly taste of the food.
Ezra was almost finished with his dinner. He took a drink of his water and nodded.
“That’s nice of him. Won’t his grandfather object?” Wyn shrugged. “I don’t know. I think this is Richard’s way of taking a stand.”
“Good for him.” Ezra finished up and pushed his plate away. “You sure you don’t want to keep at least one of the horses? We could have it shipped back to the EZ Does It.” Wyn shook his head. It touched him that Ezra offered. It spoke volumes towards the big man’s intentions of seeing him when they arrived home. “The horses don’t hold any sentimental value for me. They’re all fairly new purchases I think. There’s only one thing I would like to take back besides pictures and stuff.” Ezra nodded and waited. Wyn rolled his eyes. “Well, even though I doubt I’ll ever get it to run, I’d like to ship the bucket tractor back to Wyoming.”
“The what?”
Wyn laughed. “Bucket tractor. It’s what folks around here call an antique tractor that comes to you in pieces. Dad bought it at an auction years ago, but lost interest after I left. It was the one thing I enjoyed watching him do when I lived at home.” Remembering the nights spent watching his dad work held a lot of mixed feelings. “He never actually let me work on it, but I sat in the barn with him and we talked about other stuff. It’s what I was messing with earlier. The tractor’s only about half done, but I’d like to see it completed before it’s sold.”
Ezra reached across the table and covered Wyn’s hand with his own. “I’d like to see it.”
“Okay, but not right away. I have other plans for the rest of the evening.” Wyn turned his hand over and gave Ezra’s a squeeze before releasing it.
ROUGH RIDE
Carol Lynne
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Picking up the bill, he gestured towards the cash register. “I’ll take care of this. You can leave the tip.”
When he reached the counter, he handed the bill to Maddie. “Good as usual,” he commented.
“That your boyfriend ?” She asked, handing him back his change. He could tell by the look on her face the thought disgusted her.
Wyn looked over his shoulder to Ezra. “Yeah. He’s something, isn’t he?” He winked at Maddie and walked back to the table.
The first thing he noticed was the tip. Ezra had left a sizeable one. Wyn looked back at Maddie and shook his head, picking up two dollars and handing them back to Ezra. “She doesn’t deserve that much.” Wyn made sure he said it loud enough for everyone to hear.
Ezra gave him a questioning look before sticking the money back in his pocket. “You ready?”
“Oh, yeah,” Wyn said and grabbed Ezra’s hand before leading the way out of the café.
* * * *
After tending to the horses, they went inside. Ezra was already hard just by watching Wyn groom the horses. Taking off his hat, Ezra walked over and found something on the radio while Wyn grabbed them a couple of beers.
“Good thing I like country music,” he commented taking the beer.
Wyn took off his boots and socks before kneeling at Ezra’s feet. “You need help with these?” Wyn asked, lifting Ezra’s foot.
It was such a domestic scene, Ezra’s heart warmed. “That would be nice, thank you.” After stripping Ezra’s feet, Wyn stood and straddled his lap. “Thanks for what you did in town. It won’t help matters, but I appreciated it all the same.” Ezra ran his hands down Wyn’s spine to land on his ass. “I’ve dealt with plenty of bigots in my day.” He rubbed Wyn’s crack through the seam in his jeans.
“Right now I have more important things on my mind.” He pressed against Wyn’s