“I don’t need that. Geez, Sonny, it’s just a fuckin’ trail ride for God’s sake.”
“You never know,” Sonny retorted. “Anything can happen.”
In the end, Rio took the foil packet and stuffed it into his pocket, just to shut Sonny up.
Rio was glad to get away from the barn, Lex and his thumbs up, and Sonny with his innuendos of what could await Rio on the trails. All they were doing was going out for a ride.
They rode over open fields, through stands of aspen, and beside a small river. The sun was warm and the sky blue. It was a perfect day for a trail ride. Neither man talked much. Rio glanced at Mark occasionally. The young man seemed to be really enjoying himself.
They stopped atop a ridge to watch a herd of pronghorn antelope down in the valley.
“Oh my God!” Mark exclaimed. I’ve never
