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193 pages, ebook
First published August 31, 2016
And yeah, Kyle hated that he categorized men by threat level.
Jason couldn’t give a shit where he was next; he just didn’t care, and there was nothing in his heart that even cared enough to argue anymore.
Jason huffed a laugh, the depth of his self-loathing drifting into his next words. “Big rich man only needs someone like me for one thing.”
“Is that what it’s about, then? Are you waiting for the other shoe to drop? Is that what you mean?”
“No one gives this kind of thing away for nothing,” Jason snapped. He waved at the barn and the new building. “Jack does all this, so what does he want from us?”
Kyle copied Jason and hoisted himself up on the top bar. “Nothing for himself. Genuinely nothing.”
He sounded as confused as Jason felt. Like he couldn’t believe he’d been handed an opportunity for a place to sleep and work, and food on a regular basis and no one wanted payment for it.
Kyle made a mental note to check on him. Laughter was good, but too much laughing might mean Jason was heading for a fall.
Then Kyle realized what he was doing: looking out for someone else to the point of knowing what they were like.

"...But knowing you wouldn’t hurt me if I took my eye off the ball… that was everything.”
"Jason awkwardly leaned over and patted the horse’s nose. But the damn beast reared back from him and showed its teeth. Huge, scary fucking teeth. Then it snorted at him, only settling when Kyle made a noise and added soothing words. “He doesn’t know.”Kyle was half murmuring, and Jason belatedly realized he was talking to the horse and not to Jason. “He doesn’t like horses, so he doesn’t know. But we’ll show him, okay, and you can stop your snortin’and shiftin’and creatin’.”“You’re talking to the horse,”Jason teased. That got a reaction, but not one he expected. Not a smile, more of a frown. “They have to learn to trust us and listening to our voices is good. You should try it with Mistry.”Ah yes, Mistry, the horse that was Jason’s responsibility. “Nope. Nada. Not happening,”Jason said, with more than a little fear in his voice. Horses were big and scary, and they could stomp all over him. The only horses he’d seen were the ones the cops rode in the city, and they were way bigger than any street dweller like Jason. He’d seen the damage the hooves could do, and there was no way he was getting anywhere near that. “Mistry will be lonely.”Jason cast a look over at Mistry, nuzzling up against the other horse there. Kyle’s horse. “He has horse friends,”Jason said. “He’ll be fine.”“Mistry’s a mare, a she. I’ll show you how to saddle her, get you out riding.”“No.”Kyle glared at him, but Jason knew exactly how to get the upper hand again."




