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    Sequoia whipped loose from my grip and flung himself at the fence where Willard was perched. “You fucking hillbilly!” he roared.
    He was a pretty good athlete, I’ll have to hand him that, when he wasn’t lubricated. I’d seen him ride my rankest bronc for thirty seconds to the point of whiplash. In just one spring, Sequoia had leaped high enough to claw Willard completely off his fence. Sequoia clung to the fence’s rungs, one hand still on Willard’s boot as he toppled backward into the shit-encrusted alleyway behind him.
    The scene wound up with Sequoia gripping Willard’s ankle with both hands as the redneck’s stupid head bonked against the shitty dirt. Sequoia was shrieking, “Motherfuck! Motherfuck! Motherfuck!” It was his rage as much as his fucking strength that kept him clinging to Willard’s foot. He was worked up into such a right fine conniption fit that he was almost blind. I wondered if he’d remember this later. I did nothing to stop him. Fact, I stood back and sunk my fingers into my jeans pockets. Blew my hair out of my eyes and probably grinned. My chute-fighting animal even seemed in agreement with me, bucking so high it seemed he aimed to catapult clean out of the chute.
    I caught April’s eye again. She was looking down at us from her grandstand. It was hard to gauge her emotion. She looked frantic, I guess. Or angry. She looked from her dumbass boyfriend, dangling upside-down, to me, then back to the dumbass. Then back to me, as if I was somehow responsible.
    April ran down the stairs to steam at me. “We need to talk.”
    Shrugging, I clambered over the wall that separated the arena from the staging area. Sequoia was still shrieking like a man possessed, and the tough clowns were trying to pry him loose from the human ankle.
    Everyone’s attention was fixed on them, so April and I snuck away to an aisle between sections of bleachers.
    “Listen,” she hissed, fire in her eyes. “This has got to stop, this bizarre competition between you and Lawson. There is only one more week left of school so you don’t have to pretend to tolerate each other for much longer.”
    I was aghast. “ What fucking competition? First time I ever noticed that asshat was when he tried to run me off the road at your ranch. Hell, ‘tried’? He did run me off the fucking road, and it was just a miracle there weren’t no ditch there or I would’ve been parking it horizontally!”
    She squeezed her eyes shut patiently. “I agree he shouldn’t have done that, and I have no idea why. For some reason he seems to feel a weird competition with you.” She looked at me with disgust. “Why, I have no frigging idea. You’re nowhere near the same level as him, socially, mentally, whatever.”
    What the fuck was that supposed to mean? I pointed at the ground. “Yeah? Well we sure as hell were on the same social level the other night at the jailhouse. Maybe that’s what your little pig-faced boyfriend is pissed about. I was there sharing the glory of the jail cell with you and not him.”
    I’d hit a nerve. She obviously hadn’t told him about that event yet. Maybe none of her friends had, either. “Never mind about that fucking horrible night, you asshole! If you run around telling anyone, I’ll…I’ll tell my father that you were selling heroin in Bumfuck, Texas and you’ll never be allowed to live or work on our land!”
    I froze like a block of ice. How the fuck did she know that? I mean, I’d never sold H in Texas, of course the fuck not. Why would I? I didn’t need the money. But I’d used heroin in Texas. That’s why I’d been arrested, trying to buy a bag from a low-level spitter on a street corner.
    Alright. It was on .
    I stepped closer and spoke in a threatening tone. “Why you got it out for me, bitch? You run around like a snobby broke horse, like the world’s your oyster, everything handed to you on a silver platter. You should know better. You should know how this works. You