Wyatt muttered under his breath.
Dylan chuckled. “If I’d done that, would you have freaked?”
“I...” He trailed off and she laughed.
“Exactly. Calm down, buddy. Addie’s kinda awesome. She can handle pretty much any horse. Even this beautifully complicated beast.”She scratched behind Bucky’s ears. “She’s my best friend, and I wouldn’t put her in danger. I’ll admit that challenging Brandy wasn’t the smartest thing Addie’s ever done, but she can back up the challenge. We just need practice. We need your help. Come on, Wy. Let’s set up a barrel and make a few trial runs. If they don’t go well, we’ll drop out.”
“Like hell we will,” I said, leaning back. “ThatBrandy douche-hag is going down.”
Wyatt looked from me to Dylan, and then back to me, shaking his head. I thought he was going to say no, but he held up his hand. “Fine. A couple of practice runs, and if it doesn’t go well...you’ll drop out.”
I started to object to the dropping out part, but Dylan gestured zipping her mouth shut. “Thanks, Wy,” she gushed. “You’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah, blondiehere just better not die on my watch or my folks will kill me.”
“No dying!” Dylan said, pointing at me.
That I could promise. “All right, no dying.”
“On one condition,” Wyatt said, holding up the picnic basket. “We eat first. I’m starving.”
