Chapter 9

He shook his head. What was with him? His strong need for Joe was absurd. It wasn’t as if they’d never gone a few days without sex. He snorted and put it down to a combination of not seeing each other for days and the emotional turmoil of having his entire life turned upside down. 4: Preparation

Joe brought the horse vitamin and mineral supplement and the new dandy brush to the counter. The salesman looked curiously at him and smiled. “Will this be all, sir?”

Joe returned the man’s smile. “Actually, no, I’d also like two of the fifty pound bags of oats, please.”

“Sure thing.” The guy caught the eye of a nearby stockman who’d heard Joe’s order.

The stockman nodded. “Which is your vehicle, sir?”

“The red F-Three-Fifty.”

He went to load the oats while the salesman rang up the order. Joe paid up and carried his purchases to the truck.

The stockman tossed the second bag onto the bed of the pickup. “Looks like Fred Jamison’s truck.”

“It belongs to Ed Jamison now.”