Prologue
Calston, Texas, 1937
The mid-summer dry heat in Calston, Southwest Texas was no joke. The
temperatures had been cruising near a hundred for days on end, and already the
morning sun had a bite to it. It had alternately soaked and dried Reese's shirt so
often it grew stiff against his skin, and it wasn't even ten by his watch. He eventually
shed the crusty shirt and continued digging his end of the irrigation ditch. The ditch
was neither wide nor deep, but the section of ground Reese found himself working
on was littered with hard rock that slowed him down.
"Getting old, boss?" Solemn enquired loudly from his end of the ditch. "I noticed its
pretty slow going over your end." He had a cheeky grin and a twinkle in his eye that
belied his name. Reese eyed him shrewdly, then returned a small grin, that was
more of a quirk at one corner of his mouth.
The little Mexican ranch hand hadn't a shred of remorse for giving his boss
the hard end of the job. Solemn whistled loudly with apparent nonchalance, and
went back to work, quickly turning the earth over with his spade. That was when
they both heard it. Three loud, sharp shots in rapid succession coming from the
barn. Reese stiffened and exchanged a quick look with Solemn. Mason.
Reese threw his shovel aside and checked his holster briefly. His words were
like bullets coming quickly over his shoulder even as he loped across the field. "Get
Floyd. Circle in 10 minutes. Send Holmes for the Sheriff." He didn't watch to see if
Solemn followed his instructions, but made a straight line to the barn where the
shots had come from. Already his heart was racing so hard he could almost hear his
blood pumping in his veins. He'd left Mason in the barn to work on the haying
machines. Mason. All was deathly still as Reese approached the barn cautiously with
his own gun drawn. It took all his might to steady his hand, and he forced back a
fearsome worry that his kid brother Mason was on either end of the gun that had
gone off.
CHAPTER ONE
When the smoke clears, and you're the last one standing, I think its pretty
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Minding Mason
Historical FictionWhen Reese is left by nearly all his brothers to take care of his struggling ranch, he relies on the help of his very talented but slightly unhinged younger brother, Mason. When Mason walks in on a mystery woman being abused on their property, he ac...