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“Hey, there better be beer if I’m having to talk sense into that shithead.” Brody wandered in, looking his usual scruffy self.
He and Sawyer ran the family business. When Sawyer had returned from LA, his brother had been coming to terms with being a single parent. He’d needed an outlet, so they’d both stepped into the timber yard, which their father had started years ago.
“I don’t need any sense talked into me. I’m smarter than all of you, so you can just leave me in peace.”
Ignoring Sawyer’s words, Brody went to grab one of his beers.
“Where’s your child?” Ryder asked.
“With Mom. They’re sewing.”
“Wow, and you left? The last thing Mom sewed was that shirt for me. The arm holes were so tight I nearly lost circulation. Ally will end up stitched into something,” Dan said.
“Ha-ha.” Brody fell onto the sofa.
“I’m not feeding you losers,” Sawyer said.
“Sure you are. I saw those steaks in there, more than enough. You go on and go all cordon blue on us now,” Ryder said.
The sound of another car had Sawyer growling. When his uncle walked in, Sawyer glared at him.
“I told you guys not to start in on him until I got here.” Asher Dans, Sheriff of Lyntacky, Colorado, had stepped in when Leyton Duke died suddenly leaving his widow with grieving sons and no answers as to how they were meant to carry on.
Not as tall as his nephews, he kept fit by running and throwing weights around in his house. This meant not many were keen to take him on, drunk or not.
“What are you doing here?” Sawyer demanded.
“Boys’ night or so I heard. I’m not that old I can’t participate in one of them. Plus, I want to know how you got that face.” He, at least, was carrying a cooler. Dressed in jeans and a blue button-down, Uncle Asher always looked tidy, unlike his nephews. “A rumor reached me you also have a date.”
Sawyer narrowed his eyes.
“He’s touchy on that subject, Uncle Asher,” Dan said.
“There is no subject,” Sawyer said, “and I’m not touchy. Birdie heard me moaning in the Roll Away about everyone being up in my face about this plus one bullshit. She said she’d go with me.”
His uncle popped the top on his beer, then took a long pull.
“A couple of problems with that statement,” he said. “But first I want to hear about the face.”
“I took Flo out for a drive, ended up in a game at the Gray Dog in Sauce. Some Bandits were there.”
“Which Bandits?” Brody said, his smile gone. Dan and Ryder were the same.
“Grill. He threw the first punch,” Sawyer lied. Uncle Asher always told them not to throw the first punch.
“That asshole should be locked away by now,” Dan snarled. “But he’s slippery.”
“Can’t pin anything on him,” Uncle Asher said. “You boys need to keep your distance from him and a couple of the others with the bad blood between you.”
“I didn’t go looking for them,” Sawyer said.
“I know that. But if you want my advice, don’t go places they could be without your brothers. And you lot”—Uncle Asher pointed at Brody, Ryder and Dan—“will not be looking for revenge.”
“Hey. I’m the law here too, you know,” Dan protested.
“And go blind and deaf when you’re out with your brothers,” Uncle Asher added. “You add your friend Jay into that mix and the trouble grows.”
Jay and Dan had been running together since childhood.
