TROY
I leaned forward slightly, urging Duncan to go faster as we cut through the warm air of the Indian summer we’d been experiencing. I was eager to get back to the ranch. Normally, I enjoyed being out all day checking the fence lines. However, it had been a long-ass day of too many repairs for my liking. I lost count of how many posts we had to straighten and secure. It felt like all of them. Twice. Resetting them took time and muscle, and all I wanted was a hot shower and some of Mrs. P’