Chapter 3A couple of weeks later, the three cowboys again sat in the bunkhouse, chugging the daybreak dose of caffeine they needed to get going. Stace had returned late the prior evening from two days and nights in Las Cruces. Casa couldn’t miss the satisfied grin the African American cowboy tried, without success, to suppress.
“Must’ve been good,” Casa said, with a wink.
Stace didn’t quite blush.
“Er, yup. I reckon it was.” He took on a faraway stare for a breath and then brought his attention back to the present. “Coming back last night, I all at once got an idea. Let me run something by you guys and see what you think. You know how much Jared resembles Jason, right? We all noticed it when he was here last fall. I can’t get him to say right out, although he kind of hinted. Still, I kn
