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Rated T for violence and torture

Clay (about Yin Yang World): Man, this place may be even bigger than Texas. Though . . .not likely.

CH. 4

Clay turned his face up to the sweltering sun that was baking the earth of Texas. The day was dry and hot, like most in the region that housed the Bailey Ranch. A cloudless sky occasionally held a buzzard searching for food. The still air smelled like dirt, and there was no sound other than moving cows, flapping wings, and Clay's own boots as he headed back towards his house.

Blame it on the weather, blame it on tight money, blame it on his sister Jessie running off with a cowboy, blame it on anything, but Clay knew the real reason Bailey Ranch was failing was because of him.

Clay had eagerly clutched at the opportunity when his daddy had told him he was old enough to run the ranch. Anything to keep him busy. The days were long and slow and not full of the excitement they once held when he was at the Xiaolin Temple.

But he didn't have the heart to run the ranch. He didn't have the heart for much of anything.

His steps made a hollow thud as he went onto the porch where his daddy sat in a chair. Daddy Bailey had seen better days. His mustache was chaotic and his face old.

"Clay!" he shouted. "One of them cows are missin' again!"

Clay sighed, turning to face him. "I don't know what else you want me to do, Daddy. I put up new fences and set out traps."

"Why don't you stay up yerself and catch the varmint. It seem like you don't care about the ranch."

"I do-"

"Then why don't you make no money?!"

Clay shouted, "Why don't you do somethin'!" And he hurried away from the house. He could hear his daddy screaming at him, but he didn't turn around. That's all his daddy did anymore.

Clay leaned on his wooden fence, well away from the house. He stared at some point in the distance, blue eyes weary.

He saw the cloud of dust at the same time he heard the roar of the truck. He knew what truck it was; the roar of its engine was strong and confident.

"Just when I thought the day couldn't get worse," Clay mumbled, standing up straight.

The cloud of dust stopped in front of him and cleared to reveal and oversized blue pick-up. The paint shone like its own sun, and despite its grand entrance no dust showed.

Clay made a show of glaring at the tinted windows until the door opened and the driver stepped out.

A handsome face and neatly combed black hair were first. Then a clean flannel shirt, too-tight jeans, and cowboy boots stepped out and onto the dirt.

Clay took a moment to regard the boots: black, flawless, golden spurs. They were the epitome of perfection, just like their wearer.

"Levi," Clay said.

The man flashed a dazzling white smile. "Clay, howdy. How's the ranch?"

"Look," he sighed, "we both know why you're here. But if I told you once I told you twice, my ranch isn't for sale!"

Levi seemed undeterred. "Listen, you can't run it. It's just you your pa and it's not working. I can turn her into something. Besides, you don't have the money you need, and I'll pay a large sum for it."

"I don't want your money, I want you away from my ranch."

"Okay, fine," Levi chuckled. "Just know that my offer is always open."

He strode back to his shiny truck and pulled away.

Clay had a feeling that Levi was the one taking cows, just to make things more difficult for them. However, he had no evidence.

"Maybe I'll just stay up tonight," he muttered. Then he turned around and headed back to the ranch.

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