Chapter 6“J.R. is going to quit,” Cy drawled, his rancid breath hovering in front of Mal’s face like a cloud.
“He is?” Mal looked around to the other four men, seeking confirmation. They all nodded. It wasn’t really any of his business, since he wasn’t the foreman, and nobody had to answer to him, but he was still shocked. “How could he quit?”
“Why would he want to work with a double-crossing son of a b***h like you?” Cy spit tobacco juice at the ground, sneering when it splashed onto Mal’s boot. “You’re lucky he didn’t slit your throat before he left. I would have.”
“I didn’t do anything to him.”
“You’re marrying his woman.”
“She’s not his. She was never his.”
“Well, J.R. disagreed on that point.” The sneer never left Cy’s face. In fact, he looked darkly amused by the whole situatio
