Dwayne saddled Gaston faster than he ever had. He found Kurt atop a sorrel-colored horse, practically pacing as he waited. “Let’s go,” Dwayne said.
They rode out to the bullpens, which sat on the far west side of the ranch. The same side as his mother’s rose gardens, the peach and apple trees, and her vegetable garden. As early as it was in the growing season, she didn’t have much Tiger would want.
But Dwayne knew he’d find the bull out there, stomping through what she worked to keep beautiful, searching for something to satisfy his sweet tooth.
“Did you get an apple?” he called to Kurt.
“We’ve tried that. He’s not comin’ in this time.”
Dwayne set his mouth into a tight line and urged Gaston to go faster. They arrived on the west side of the house only to see everything in order. Well
