They stopped within sight of the Scrimshaw ranch. Reece cast a glance towards Tobias, who was slumped over the neck of his horse, a constant moan escaping from his broken mouth. “Will you shut the hell up, you whining cloth head.”
His companion, rangy and red-headed, cackled through blackened teeth. “Hell, he sounds like a fart trapped in a bottle.”
“And you would do well to keep your mouth shut also, Kelly.”
Kelly went to speak, but clearly thought better of it as Reece continued to snarl and glare.
Turning back to the view of the ranch, Reece let out a long sigh. “I was hoping Mario could talk some sense into Pa. The old bat has lost his sand.”
“Mario knows about all of this?”
“I told him after Pa threw me out. Anyways, we don"t need him, but I reckon it is prudent to wait and see.
