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“Why wouldn’t you let me kill them, here and now?” The agitation spills into Bobby’s words as he slams a fist a top the table.
Kenneth rolls his eyes at Bobby. “You fucking imbecile. If we kill them in here, there are witnesses, they signed in and out of the office. We can slaughter them on their land.” Standing from his seat he walks over to the bookshelf and dials a number.
Bobby comes to sit beside me. “What’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” My body is still frozen with shock but I muster up the courage deep within my soul.
“That’s him, Bobby. The father. His voice, he was my dom that left the bruises.” His face pales, then shadowsstretch across his eyes as his beautiful smile turns into a frown.
“You’re positive?” I nod my head. “Then more fucking reason to skin the bastard alive. Bobby’s body vaults forward, towards the door, preparing to stalk after the McKinley family, but he is stopped by Kenneth’s declaration.
“I just got off the phone with Baba. Prepare for war.”
Chapter 17: Bobby
Smells Like Teen Spirit,Nirvana
The hunting trip is in two days’ time. I can only imagine what things the McKinleys will conspire to do, but I am confident that our plan will be much more mischievous and bloodier.
After that meeting, Marcus poured his heart out to Tilly, explaining how Mr. McKinley was his abusive dom. It has taken all of my patience and bribery from my brother, Kenneth to not interfere and wait on this ridiculousouting.
I walk into the farm, spying the Apaloosa, Kenneth gifted me. It’s running around the corral, as Snatch is in the adjacent corral, staring at him from the metal gate.
“Did you ever name the younger horse?” Tilly asks, as she walks beside Marcus and I. I’m the only one wearing jeans and farm clothing. Tilly looks beautiful in her flowing burgundy, dress and Marcus has a dashing, gray, tweed suit.
“I did,” I say, and continue walking towards the younger horse. “Don’t forget to grab Biscuit and teach Tilly how to shoot,” I order Marcus, reaching into my pocket I pull out a snub-nose pistol, handing it to Tilly. “This is for you. Keep it on you always and go shoot the shit out of things.”
She nods her head giving me a dashing smile. “You still haven’t mentioned the name of your new horse.” She retorts.
Marcus begins chuckling, bringing his fist to his mouth and biting his knuckles.
“Marcus knows and I don’t? Not fair!” she exclaims, slapping my rearend.
“Biscuit let me know, before he left your house for groceries,” Marcus retorts, wiping his hand over his face, then through his locks.
“Spunk,” I state calmly, as I place my riding gloves on.
“You did not!” she shouts, then Marcus places both hands over his face, erupting in laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Kenneth walks up to us at the corral entry, Biscuit beside him. He eyes the cowboy hat on my head and purses his lips. I’m surprised that he isn’t taking the piss out of me.
“Bobby. Bobby named. He named. Oh fuck. He named the fucking horse...” Marcus can’t even breathe, let alone speak the name in between laughter. I don’t see what the big deal is. Snatch is snatch so this one is named Spunk. It matches.
“Spunk, he named his horse spunk,” Tilly replies.
Kenneth deadpans, as Biscuit begins cackling, his belly jiggling with delight.
Opening the gate, I walk into the corral, as Spunk trots up to me. I hold out some cut carrot chips, as I hear Snatch neighing in the corral next to us.
“You had your chance, jackass!” I point at him. Snatch snorts at me, his hoof stomping on the ground. I climbup onto Spunk’s saddle, adjusting the hat on my head and gripping the reins. We begin to sprint around the corral, gaining speed and getting closer and closer to the barrels.
“Go Bobby!” Roger shouts, as I see everyone else crowded around the corral watching with him. We run past the first barrel, but I pick up some more speed and realize the angle we need to cut the turn. Taking another sprint around the edge of the gates, we approach at the perfect angle. Then we make it around the first barrel. A little too wide, but we did it.
I finally did it, like a real fucking cowboy!
Roger is hooting and hollering, jumping up and down on the corral gate, as Tilly and Marcus begin shouting. Marcus pumps his fist in the air and Biscuit is whistling like a mad man. I ride past my brother and find Kenneth actually cracking a smile. Spunk and I trot around the circle. Then I dismount from the saddle and feed him some sugar cubes. Snatch angrily whinnies, slamming his front hoof against the grate of the metal gate.
“What? I’ve tried that so many times with you! I don’t want to hear it!”I yell at the brute.
“Are you seriously arguing with a horse, I’m out of here, we need to make plans for the hunt. Baba will be here soon so figure yourself out!” Kenneth hollers my way, then trudges off to the barn.
