“Name ain’t come to me that suits him. But you got a point. He needs a good strong barn name even though I can only use it here.”
“Ya can’t show him with his barn name?” Sandy asked.
“No, you gotta show ‘em with their registered name,” Rio replied.
“Them Quarter Horse people sure got a lot of funny rules,” Sonny said.
Rio read for a while longer then looked over at Sonny, who was stretched out on the couch. Rio felt that familiar tightening in his groin. He got up and walked to where Sonny lay dozing.
“Hey, cowboy.” Rio gave Sonny a gentle shake.
Sonny opened one eye.
“My room or yours?”
“Your bed made?”
“No, course not,” Rio said.
“Yours then. Mines all made up. No use in havin’ two beds all messed up.”