Chapter 8
Rafael leaned on the roughhewn fence, gazing out at the horses as they grazed. They should have been out in a bigger pasture, but paranoia and fear of the rustlers returning had him on edge. They simply couldn’t afford to lose more stock. As it was, Rafael contemplated pulling the cattle back to their winter pasture so they’d also be in sight. Only the steadfast faith of his beloved baby sister kept him from making the move.
It irked him, the way she believed Chad to be the answer to all their problems.
“What good has he done?” grumbled Rafael, grabbing up his crutches, boy, was he already tired of them, and headed off for the barn. The mid-morning sun was quickly on its way to the high point and the June temperature was rising just as fast. Sweat trickled down along the curve
