Chapter 2Jason Longford stood at the picture window in the big front room of the main house, which he used for his office. He watched the three wranglers striding down the trail from the bunkhouse. Turning toward his desk, he thumped his cast on tile floor, sick of it already. Only been six shittin’ days, but I’m fed up to the gills with the invalid gig. Damn it, but I really f****d things up.
The whole stunt had been stupid. He’d known better than to try to ride that humping bull, since he was definitely out of practice and a long way past his athletic prime.
Bottom line was he’d been driven to show off. The way things had been going, he’d wanted to remind his three top wranglers he wasn’t over the hill yet. Sure, Spark had taken up with the Italian Stallion and Stace had his California
