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warming him. His horse responded when Dylan tightened his quads and leaned to the right. “Atta boy,” he murmured, when the horse started after one of the stray steer, “let’s go get that ornery little sonofabitch.”
    With his help, the three of them were able to round up all of the strays and coax them back in through the break in the fence. “Hell, we spend as much time mending fences and chasing down strays as we do tending stock.”
    â€œEasier now than when they didn’t have as much of the land fenced in,” Jesse grumbled. “It was tough when the open range started to close down all those years ago.”
    Tyler groaned then shifted his horse so he wasn’t twisted in the saddle. “It must have been hard to change their way of doing things. Hell, letting the cattle graze wherever they wanted and rounding them up when it was time to drive them to market must have been one amazing trip.”
    â€œNot if Grandpa’s stories are to be believed,” Jesse said. “The trail was hard on the men and the cattle. Throw in the weather, acting like a pissed off female—all teeth and nails—and you’ve got yourself one bitch of a cattle drive.”
    Dylan listened to his brothers rambling and wondered what it would have been like. He wouldn’t mind working harder than he did now, as long as he had a certain raven-haired beauty waiting on him when he dragged his sorry ass back to the ranch house at the end of the day.
    He smiled imagining her waiting for him. He’d be heading in from the barn, using his Stetson to brush the dust of his day off of his jeans. He’d look up and their gazes would meet. She was such a welcome sight to a man who’d worked until his legs ached, his back screamed, and his hands were stiff from holding on to the reins.
    He grinned and she leaped off the back porch and ran to his arms, not caring that he’d sweat through his shirt and smelled like the steer he’d been wrangling. Her lips were warm and welcoming as they molded to his. Diving in, he let his tongue tangle with hers as he slid his hand down to the sweet curve of her ass and…
    â€œWhat the hell’s wrong with you?” Jesse demanded punching Dylan in the shoulder.
    â€œHey, what? Ow!” Dylan rubbed the abused joint and mumbled to himself.
    â€œSomething on your mind, Bro?”
    Dylan looked over at Tyler and noticed that his brother looked really tired, but knew neither he nor Jesse would be able to get their brother to stay behind unless they hog-tied him and left him there. Not that they hadn’t tried a time or two when they were teenagers.
    â€œWork,” he finally answered.
    â€œMy ass,” Jesse added.
    â€œWhat the hell is your problem anyway?” Dylan demanded, glaring at Jesse. “You lit out of the house without telling me what happened to Lori.”
    Jesse’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. He turned his horse and headed north to where the worst of the break was.
    Tyler nudged his horse to follow. “I’ll tell you later, Dylan. We’d better catch up and mend this section of fence. I’ve got other chores to see to.”
    Dylan snorted. “You’ve got a date with a bottle of aspirin, big Bro.”
    Tyler shook his head. “Already took it. Should hold me for another hour or so.”
    Working together, the Garahan brothers repaired the fence without speaking—just the way Dylan preferred to work, quietly, so he could focus on the job and get it done. But today, a certain female had worked her way under his skin and messed with his mind more than once, and he didn’t like it.
    â€œDamn,” he ground out.
    â€œSomething on your mind?” Tyler urged.
    Dylan shook his head. “Nothing worth mentioning.”
    His brother nodded and Jesse hollered, “I’m heading back to wait for the hay delivery.”
    They