had lived his whole life with that in mind and he wasn’t changing now, even if it was going to take a piece of his heart to face her.
Falcon walked into the barn. “Everybody through for the day?”
“Yeah,” Quincy replied. “We have twenty-five heifers ready to go first thing in the morning to Mr. Hensley in Longview, Texas. Actually, we have twenty-six.” He glanced at Elias. “Someone can’t count.”
“Math wasn’t my strong suit.” Elias smirked.
Falcon pointed a finger at Elias. “First thing in the morning before anyone goes to work, you’ll get that heifer back to the herd.”
“You’re a hard-ass, Falcon. Why don’t you just ask Mr. Hensley if he would like twenty-six? Maybe give them a discounted rate.”
“I’m not discounting those heifers. They’re prime stock and it’s how we make our living. Have you forgotten that?”
Jericho, who worked on the ranch and was a friend of their brother Egan, came into the barn from the corral. “Don’t worry about the extra heifer. I let one of the smaller ones out into the alley that connects most of the pastures and she took off running. I followed her on my horse all the way to the north pasture. She’s now back with the herd.”
Elias thumbed his nose at Falcon. “And that’s how it’s done, big brother.”
Falcon shook his head and caught sight of Jude. “What are you still doing here? I thought you had a date tonight.”
Phoenix held up his hands. “Okay, everybody, leave Jude alone. This is his decision, his kid, not yours.”
Jude and Phoenix had shared a special connection ever since the shooting of Ezra McCray. Jude and Phoenix had been riding bareback while their father was fixing fences. Jude was in front and Phoenix sat behind him with his arms wrapped around Jude’s waist. Almost as if it were yesterday, Jude could hear his brother.
Jump the fence, Jude. This horse can do it.
We’ll get in trouble.
Dad’s way over there and we’ll be back before he misses us. Jump the fence, Jude.
Hold on, he said and kneed the horse.
The horse shot forward, galloping faster and faster as it neared the fence and they sailed right over it, but Jude couldn’t stop the horse fast enough. Before he could turn back toward the fence, shots rang out and the next thing he knew, he was in a hospital bed with his mother crying and his dad looking as if the world had come to an end. His sun-browned face was a mask of pain, misery and suffering. At six years of age, Jude thought maybe Phoenix was dead and he started to cry, too. But he soon found out Phoenix was fine and that Ezra McCray had shot at them. And his father had killed the man. It was a lot for a six-year-old to understand. It was a lot for a six-year-old to go through.
From that day forward, Jude never spoke much. He was quiet and stayed close to his father, but even at that early age, he could see his dad was troubled by what had happened. Jude blamed himself and tried to make his father feel better. All his life he seemed to be fighting to make someone feel better and he had grown weary of the task.
“Why didn’t Paxton come home with you?” Falcon asked Phoenix, his voice piercing Jude’s troubled thoughts.
“He went on to another rodeo with Cole Bryant. He’s focused and determined to stay on the top of his game so he can make the national finals in Vegas. He’ll be home in a few days.”
Paxton had had a rough year. He’d dumped his high-school sweetheart, Jenny, for someone he’d met at a rodeo and it had turned out to be a nightmare for him. It had almost done him in, especially since Jenny had fallen in love with Quincy and they were now married. The brothers had worked everything out, and Paxton wasn’t letting anything or anyone interfere with his career again.
“Has anyone heard from Egan?” Falcon was doing his usual thing, keeping tabs on the brothers.
“No,” Jericho said. “They’re supposed to find out the sex of the baby today, but Egan wants to wait until the birth. If I was a betting man, and I gave that up a long time ago, I’d bet they’re going to wait.”
Jericho was one of a kind. He’d grown up on the streets of Houston, wrapped up with gangs and drugs. Egan had met him in prison, when he’d been unjustly sent there by an overzealous judge. Jericho had saved his life and Egan was forever indebted to him. When the family got Egan out, their mother promised Jericho a job for his bravery.
The man stood about six feet four inches tall. He had dark features with a scar slashed across the side of his face. His long dark hair was tied into a ponytail at his neck. No one knew his lineage, but Egan had said he was part white, black, Mexican and Indian. A scary figure to some, but to the Rebel family he was loved and trusted.
“Leah and I waited,” Falcon said. “Of course, ours was a completely different situation, but I agree with Jericho. Egan will win this round because Rachel will do what he wants.”
“You guys are pathetic.” Elias laughed. “Why doesn’t he just say no?”
“If you ever find anyone to marry you, we’ll remind you of that,” Falcon told him, and looked around. “Where’s Grandpa?”
“He was right behind me.” Elias walked to the barn door and looked out. “Can you believe this? His horse is tied to the chain-link fence at his house. Who does he think is going to unsaddle that horse and take care of it?”
Elias’s cell phone buzzed before anyone could answer.
“That’s probably him about to tell you,” Phoenix said.
Elias fished his cell out of his pocket and frowned. “It’s Grandpa. Thank you, Quincy, for buying him a phone.” Elias clicked it on. “Yeah, Grandpa. I’ll do it. What did you say?” Elias pushed Speakerphone and held the cell up. “You’re my favorite grandson,” echoed through the barn and everyone tried hard not to laugh. It was Grandpa’s favorite saying, and he’d said it to every one of the brothers at some point.
Elias slipped the phone back into his pocket. “The favorite grandson is going to go help his grandpa. Now don’t y’all feel guilty?”
Quincy’s cell buzzed and he quickly grabbed it from his pocket. After a second, he said, “I got to go. That was Jenny. White Dove is in labor. Jenny has been watching that horse for days and I hope everything goes okay.” He hurried toward the barn door and then turned back. “Jude, Zane wanted to be there. Do you want me to call him?”
“Go ahead.” He threw a blanket over the saddle. “It would give him something to do while I’m out. I’m going into town to see Annabel. She deserves an explanation.”
“Good for you.” Quincy hurried away and Falcon and Jericho soon followed. That left him and Phoenix to sort through the tangled mess of Jude’s mind.
“You okay?” Phoenix asked.
Jude leaned against the railing. “Do you feel you will never be the same as you were when you were five years old?”
“Come on, Jude.” Phoenix shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans as if that could keep the memories at
