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“I’m sure. And why do you go to The Corner Bar instead of the White Buffalo? I heard it was nicer.”
Sawyer glanced at J.T. then looked at her. “The White Buffalo is owned by Freddy Pierson.” Sage shook her head not getting his point. “Joey’s dad.”
“Oh. How come I didn’t know that?”
“Because you don’t hang out in either of the two bars in town. Which is a good thing.”
“Until tonight!”
J.T. leaned back in his chair. “Until tonight. Are you sure you want your first bar experience to be with your brothers?”
“Definitely.” She smiled. “Who else am I going to go with? And what makes you think it’s my first bar experience?”
J.T. cocked his head. “It’s not?”
“I’ve actually been to The Corner Bar before.”
Sawyer looked at her. “With who?”
“A friend. A female friend.”
“To pick up guys?”
“No. We just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
Sawyer finished his coffee and set his cup down next to the bakery box. “Tonight after family dinner.”
“Are we going to tell Dad where we’re going?”
Sawyer scowled. “We’re three adults. We don’t need to tell our dad where we’re going.” She cocked her head, and he sighed. “Of course we’ll tell Dad where we’re going.”
Chapter six
"Did your long day of doing nothing wear you out?"
J.T. and Sawyer would be spending most of the day working on the fence. They were on the new land not far from Joey’s house. And when they took the service road bordering her property, she was in the backyard hanging sheets on the old clothesline. She gave them a wave as they drove by and J.T. honked the horn once in response. It was the neighborly thing to do.
Sawyer nudged him. “Good job.”
“I’m not going to be rude to her.”
“I know. That’s why I said it.”
The fence they were repairing was on the back side of Joey’s property between it and the protected Indian land. The fence separated her property and the protected property from the grazing land. But since neither the Bradford’s nor Trevor Joneshad run cattle in several years, the fence was in disrepair and needed to be fixed before the O’Connells could put their newly acquired cows on it. It was a big job and would take a few weeks to check the length of it and fix what needed to be fixed.
This part was accessible by the service road. But the rest of it would need to be checked and repaired from the back of a horse. Which is something they’d start working on next week.
Sawyer ratcheted a piece of barbed wire until it was tight, then J.T. nailed it into the treated fence post.
“Damn cows.”
J.T. smiled. “They may be damn cows. But they helped pay for this land we just bought.”
“Right. So we can run more damn cows.”
“What do you have against cows?”
“They’re smelly. And stupid.”
