“Then if you have everything you need, I’ve got work to do,”
he said, half running from the room before she could answer.
He trotted heavily
down the steps, grabbed his hat and jacket, and out the door he went, not
missing a step. He all but stormed across the yard to the barn where he saddled
his horse and rode out to where he thought his brothers would be working.
He needed to blow
off steam.
He needed to feel
his horse beneath him.
He needed to feel
like he was in control of his life.
He needed to have
a few strong words with someone, and his brothers would do just fine.
Spotting Cyrus and
Beau in the distance, Cord spurred his mount into a hard gallop. Coming up
alongside Beau, Cord reined in his horse and leapt from the saddle, knocking
Beau out of his. Both hit the ground hard with Beau landing on his shoulder and
Cord quickly straddling him. He pummeled Beau several times before Beau
gathered enough of his wits to flip Cord over onto his back. With both arms
pinned to the ground above his head, Cord tried to buck his eldest brother from
his body.
“What in the devil is wrong with you?” Beau spat, doing his
best to keep Cord pinned to the ground until he calmed down enough to release
him.
“Nothing a good fight won’t cure,” Cord gasped, feeling his
strength begin to wane.