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around the big house a warm glow.
    He smiled to himself, this was home and in
time, it would all be his. Lydia had no desire to watch it grow.
Sure, thanks to his grandfather, the landscape would soon be marred
with oil wells. That was cause for another smile. In time, that too
would offer more profits for the ranch.
    Then again, what good was it if he were the
only one there?
    His grandfather had a few good years left,
but the day would come when he'd pass on. Lydia was all but moved
out. Her investments were her way of getting out of the big house
and starting her life away from the ranch and the watchful eye of
their grandfather.
    Tyson put the truck in park, turned off the
engine, and climbed out. When he looked toward the door, his
grandfather stood there, his arms crossed over his chest in a rigid
stance.
    “Hey, Grandpa,” he said, but his grandfather
held his hand up to stop his progress into the house.
    “That’s a farm truck.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “It belongs out back by the barn. Not in
front of the house. And why did you take it into town?”
    Tyson ran his hand over the back of his neck.
“Susan called and said I had to get to town to get fitted for the
wedding. I just took off and headed to town. I’ll take the truck
and put it away.”
    “Damn straight you will,” his grandfather
said as he turned and closed the front door behind him.
    Tyson turned, kicked the front tire of the
truck, and cursed under his breath. There were days he was very
jealous of his sister’s forward thinking on getting away from his
grandfather.
    He climbed back into the truck and drove away
from the house. However, moving the truck and parking it elsewhere
wasn’t giving him any satisfaction. Maybe he’d drive out to Eric’s
and see what was going on on Walker property. He was fairly sure it
had always been more friendly than Morgan property.
    There was also that matter of the bachelor
party Pearl mentioned. That would be a great reason just to show
up. Anything to not face his grandfather for the rest of the
evening.
    He gripped the steering wheel. It was stupid
to be forty-two-years-old and cowering from the man who took care
of him his whole life—and lied to him as well.
    Either way, he’d probably find Lydia up there
riding. And some male bonding with his brother would certainly be
more welcomed than being in that huge house alone hiding out in his
bedroom like some teenager.
    Perhaps male bonding would take the edge off
his afternoon with Pearl. That little impromptu kiss of hers seemed
to be still lingering on his lips.

Chapter Five
     
    The moment Tyson drove up the dirt road
toward Eric’s house, he could see his sister out in the pasture.
He’d always teased her that she looked like a boy. Her small
stature and her short hair never helped her argument that she did
not look like a boy.
    It brought a smile to his lips to watch her.
She looked free—yes, free from everything when she rode. It was a
beautiful thing.
    He pulled up and parked outside Eric’s newly
built house. It was hard to believe that only six months ago the
house had been a pile of ash and stone and that Eric had almost
died in that fire.
    He could already see Susan’s womanly touches
with the flower pots on the front porch. She was good for Eric.
Tyson never thought he would have cared, but he did.
    Before they knew they were brothers, he and
Eric had left a few marks on each other. He supposed that could be
what they called making up for their lost childhood together.
Though, at the time, Tyson was sure, they were both out to kill the
other.
    Pulling his truck next to Eric’s, he turned
off the engine and looked out over the fields in the direction of
his home.
    He’d ridden to the fence hundreds of times
when he was younger. What had been so bad on the other side that
his grandfather hadn’t wanted him to see? He’d come up with a lot
of stories of his own. Though he had never imagined that his
biological mother and her other family