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5Toby's head lolled from side to side, the horse carrying him mindless of its rider's condition. It stomped and plodded along as it carelessly negotiated the many ruts and pot-holes, but Toby slept on regardless, in complete exhaustion. They'd found him in the stable, propped in the corner. The young stable-hand turned his terrified eyes towards Reece striding towards him. He started trying to explain, but Reece still shot him through the heart. Ordering the others to carry Toby's dead-weight to the horse, Reece shook his head, barely able to contain his disgust. “I don't know why I bother.” “Because he's your brother, maybe?” Reece turned a jaundiced eye towards his top ranch-hand. “Willis, be he my brother or not – which, in all accuracy of blood and ancestry and all, he truly is not
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