The men found their cattle all right—hidden in Randle’s barn, the bastard. After he and Charlie had wasted the hour riding most of the land, they headed toward Milton’s house to ask for more time, two of his ranch hands close behind. The older guy was an ass from the get go, but the kid stayed quiet. Seemed to just be trying to stay out of the way.
When the barn came into view, something pulled at Wade’s gut. Surely the man wouldn’t do that, right? Steal the cattle and hide them in his barn? He eased his horse toward the building and Randle’s asshole ranch hand swooped in front of him.
“What the hell you think you’re doin’? You don’t have permission to go in there. Only on the land. That’s it.” The bastard’s smug smile told Wade and Charlie they were on the right track.
“Fine. Get your
