“That is a big ass horse,” Boyd said, staring the animal down like it was a demon. It was a pretty thing, sure, with a coat the color of sand, and eyes as dark as the coffee he got from the Italian guy that frequented the shop back home. It even looked like maybe, just maybe, it might not be thinking about killing him the moment he got on top of it. Still…fucking big was f*****g big.
“Well, I ain’t thinking it’d be all that wise to put you on a pony,” the ranch-hand said. Lil’ Tom, or so they’d been introduced to him as, but any man that could look down on Body was a man that Boyd had a bit of trouble identifying with as ‘Lil’’ anything.
“‘Less you want to be dragging your feet on the ground as it walks.”
“Guess so.” Boyd turned to glance at Oliver, not sure if the expression he ended u
