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stables would have hit the sack, but no. Mac had suggested tequila shots, and the discussion had devolved into autopsies of their failed relationships.
    Mac had the highest body count. He’d wooed and lost six women since they’d left the Double J. Vince could claim three, and Travis only had one. He’d been involved with a married woman and had finally broken it off not long before coming to Bickford.
    Vince had listened in amazement. Travis had claimed that she was the love of his life and that she’d promised to leave her husband for him. In the end, he’d figured out that she had never intended to do that.
    She had a luxurious lifestyle through her marriage and a red-hot lover on the side. She’d never been serious about leaving her sugar daddy. Which sucked for poor Travis.
    Vince had further concluded that Travis wouldn’t have revealed any of that if he hadn’t put away at least ten beers and an untold number of tequila shots. Poor kid. He wasn’t a kid any longer, especially after having his dreams crushed, but even so, the guy had taken it in the shorts and he was obviously torn up about it. Vince felt sorry for him.
    When the alarm jangled at six fifteen, however, Vince felt sorry for himself. What the hell had he been thinking? He’d known they’d probably stay up late drinking and yet he’d been goaded by Georgie’s challenge into renting horses so they could head out at sunrise because he didn’t want her to interfere with his grand plan.
    It didn’t sound so damned grand now. But he hauled himself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. The horses would be saddled and patiently waiting for riders to show up, and Ed expected an all-day rental fee. A true cowboy didn’t leave saddled horses standing around, nor did he stiff a guy who made his living providing mounts for those who didn’t have them.
    The hotel had a little breakfast room for guests. Mac and Travis had made it there ahead of him and were slugging back coffee and staring vacantly at plates loaded with food they probably wouldn’t eat. Just the thought of bacon and eggs made Vince’s stomach pitch.
    He wondered if he looked as much like a desperado as his buddies. He hadn’t shaved, either, and he couldn’t guarantee his shirt was buttoned up right. Travis’s definitely was not. Mac had opted to wear a pullover sweatshirt, which was not acceptable cowboy attire, but Vince understood the impulse to put on something that didn’t require coordination.
    Vince sat without saying anything and poured himself coffee from the pot on the table. He was about halfway through his first cup when Mac spoke.
    â€œHere’s my idea.” His voice sounded as if he’d swallowed barbed wire.
    Travis pressed shaky fingers to his temples. “Could you talk a little softer?”
    As if too miserable to argue, Mac obligingly lowered his voice. “We go over to Ed’s, pay him for a full day, and help him unsaddle the horses.”
    Vince gazed at him. The idea had merit, but he didn’t want to give up completely. Then Georgie would win. Besides, rounding up the Ghost had been the main activity for this weekend, the source of stories for the bar and for the next reunion.
    He cleared his throat, which felt about the way Mac’s had sounded. “So we’ll go out tomorrow morning?”
    â€œHell, I don’t know if I’ll be recovered by tomorrow morning. I haven’t had that much booze since I made myself sick as a dog on my twenty-first birthday.”
    â€œI’ve
never
had that much.” Travis’s face was the color of the white linen tablecloth.
    Myra, who cooked breakfast every morning for the hotel guests, bustled up to the table. “You boys haven’t touched your breakfast! Now eat up. I’m putting together a sack lunch for the trail. Do you want chicken salad or tuna salad on your