Trey’s the first one I see, so I tell him what I need, and he nods.
Then I call the vet and beg him to come as soon as he can.
“What’s goin’ on?” Ayden asks.
“Two nails in Ranger’s hoof. We need to do a full sweep in his stall and the trainin’ center.”
“Oh shit. Is he okay?”
“The vet’s on his way over, so we’ll see.”
I text a couple of my brothers to help.
Noah
SOS—training center.
Landen
Is this an actual emergency or like the time you needed us to bring you tampons?
Tripp
Or the time you needed a change of underwear after drinking a 64-ounce of coffee?
Landen
Or when you ate too much of Momma’s cheesecake and got sick from the dairy?
Noah
You two are assholes and were dropped on your heads as babies! Now just get here and help me!
Before I lock my screen, another message pops up that includes the twins. I purposely didn’t text them because they’re as helpful as an umbrella during a hurricane.
Tripp
We’re placing bets on Noah’s SOS. $100 she shart herself again.
Again?That lying fucker is a dead man.
Landen
$150 she’s stuck in the bathroom stall and needs TP because no one ever restocks it.
Waylon
$200 she ripped her jeans and is flashing her bare ass.
Oh my God.I’m going to kill him!
It’s one thing to tease me about it in private, but now he’s told my other loudmouthed brothers who don’t know how to shut up about anything.
Noah
$500 y’all are fucking idiots!
Tripp