Shaun sped down the dirt drive, not caring that the cloud of dust would reach the ranch house ahead of his vehicle. He could see Cole’s truck, the bed loaded with boxes for the return trip to college. Anger burned, flushing Shaun’s face a bright shade of pink. Skidding to a stop, he got out of the truck and slammed the door.
Cole, eighteen years old, just over six feet, broad-shouldered and muscled from work on the ranch and his years in high school rodeo, simply turned and watched the boy’s approach. Not afraid of fourteen-year-old Shaun Tanner, he leaned an arm over the closed tailgate.
“Mitch catches you out on the road and it will go on your record. Underage driving is a misdemeanor, Shaun.”
Striding up to Cole, Shaun stopped only when he was toe-to-toe, with just enough room to lau
