Page 113 of Rainbow Rodeo

“To us being home.” Oh, that sounded good. They’d turned the night around.

He felt pretty damned good about that. Oh, who was he kidding? He felt like a million bucks. He grinned wide. Yeah.

Life was good.

Chapter Twenty-Five

“DEE, WEgotta talk.” Dustin came out, ducking under Strawberry’s head, making the mare dance.

“Careful, Bubba!” Dalton was warmed up and ready to work. He loved being able to hitch up the horse trailer and run out to the arena, especially since Tank could help drive.

“Sorry. But I need you now.” Dustin looked mad.

“Okay.” He slid out of the saddle, one hand on the reins. “What’s up?”

Dustin held up his phone, where there was a picture of Tank, buried inside Dalton’s ass, in his bedroom. “What the fuck?”

Where had Dustin gotten that?

The flash.He narrowed his eyes, his mouth flattening. “Who?”

“You know who. I can’t prove it; it was anonymous, but….”

“How do you get an anonymous text?” He hadn’t even checked his phone today.

“Seriously, Dee?”

“Yes, seriously. Do you know how?”

“Luddite.” Dustin rolled his eyes. “That’s not the point. The point is who all else got this fucking photo.”

“Shit.” Tank hadn’t said anything, but then Rocket didn’t know Tank. “Has anyone texted?”

“Not yet. He wouldn’t dare send it to Deb. She’d kill him.”

She wasn’t going to have to. He could do that himself. He was going to go find that man and beat him to death.

He glanced around the ring, but only Tank was there, bellowing an old Eagles song as he worked on something with the trailer hitch.

“Don’t say anything to him. I’ll talk to him after the event.” First he was going to find Rocket and talk to him, pre-event. There was no doubt he was going to be here.

“Okay, but I don’t like it, Dee. This is… weirdly bold, even for him.”

“Yeah. It’s time for a come-to-Jesus meeting, Bubba. Hold my reins.”

“How do you know where he is?”

Dalton held up his phone and dialed, then heard the familiar tones of “Cowboys and Angels.” “Because he’s not smart enough to turn his goddamn sound off.”

Dustin took the reins from him. “Careful.”

“Uh-huh.” Time was through to be careful. He’d been careful, polite, even decent. Now he was done.

He headed over to the parked horse trailers, found Rocket standing there with a smart-assed expression on his face.

Dalton didn’t monologue. He didn’t fuss. He didn’t say a word.

He just walked over and knocked the living shit out of the evil fucker, slamming one fist into Rocket’s breadbasket before delivering an uppercut to his jaw.

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