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Holden looked at him. “Why didn’t we start from the other side this time? It would have been shorter.”
“Not really. We would have had to take a different trail to reach the other end of Katie’s Gulch.”
“Oh. I see.”
Tucker waited for him to answer his question.
Holden glanced back at Wynona before doing so, “I don’t want to be accused of being sexist.”
This didn’t sound like something Holden would say, and the surprise must’ve shown on Tucker’s face because Holden added, “You don’t know what it’s like to spend that much time around Blade.”
Tucker chuckled. “She hasn’t wanted to come back and help again?”
“She has wanted to come every night, but her husband keeps reeling her in.”
Tucker stared at his old friend, still waiting for an answer to his original question.
Holden shrugged. “Does she need a guide? Probably not. Is having a guide a good thing? Definitely.”
That wasn’t what Tucker wanted to hear. He had wanted to be set free. “Can you do it?” As soon as he said it, he felt bad. Holden wasn’t even getting paid for any of this, and then, as far as Tucker knew, Holden was going back and working all day at the ranch.
“I can do it if I have to, but I think she likes you.”
Tucker barked out a laugh. “I can assure you, she does not.” And if she did, she didn’t anymore, not after the jerk he’d been all day.
“If you say so,” Holden said and wandered off.
Tucker studied her. Was that May? He edged closer. “Hey Wynona, what’s your favorite song?”
She gave him a bewildered look. “What?”
He knew that she had heard him, so he didn’t repeat himself.
She stared at him.
“It’s a simple question,” he said.
“I know that,” she snapped. “I’m just not sure why you’re asking it.”
“Is it a secret?” A new thought struck his mind in horror. Did she know that he was Wolfgang? No, there was no way.
She went back to fiddling with her light. Was she really going to refuse to answer him?
But the more he thought about it, the more sense it made that she was ignoring the question. It had been such an out-of-the-blue question—right up there with Gunner asking them all if they were vegetarians. Ugh, it must run in the Bridge blood.
He should have asked something at least tangential to their current circumstances. He racked his brain to come up with something that qualified and failed.
“Hey, Holden,” he said so loudly that she flashed him an annoyed look.
Holden looked at him, but didn’t say anything.
“I was thinking about getting a vanity plate,” he said, keeping his eyes on her.
She completely ignored him. Not so much as a flinch.
“Oh yeah?” Holden said uneasily. “What’s it going to say?” He sounded like someone participating in a knock knock joke against his will.
Oh no. Tucker hadn’t thought far enough ahead. He wasso badat this. What would his vanity plate say? He had nothing. In a panic, he blurted out the only seven letter thing he could think of: “BOWHUNT”.
