Chapter Six
As far as Colt was concerned, eleven a.m. was still too early to show up at the ranch. If it were him, he’d be pissed as hell at anyone who dared show their face before two in the afternoon the day after his wedding. But Colt had already enjoyed a hearty breakfast at The Chef in downtown Manhattan and successfully avoided the holiday shoppers lining up at the local Wal-Mart, ready to knock their Christmas lists out before lunch. And he’d managed to avoid not one, but two phone calls from Hal and Harrison Carter. It irked him to no end that they assumed he’d jump every time they called. They might be his biggest sponsor, and while he couldn’t afford to lose them, especially after offering to help Travis with Resolution Ranch, they didn’t own him. He was his own man, and there w
