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After relocating her motorcycle into the garage, Brennan came back into the house, picked up Booth's cowboy hat and placed it on her head. Settling down on the couch next to her husband, Brennan tipped her hat back and placed her hand on his thigh. "Tell me where you learned to throw a rope. I can't imagine that is a skill needed growing up in Philadelphia."
Snorting, Booth used his remote and turned down the volume on the TV. Taking his hat from her head, he placed it on his head. "That's exactly where I learned to use it. My Mom was a huge fan of westerns and we used to watch them on TV. My brother and I would pretend we were cowboys sometimes and . . . we took turns running around the yard throwing a rope at each other trying to lasso each other. Of course, I was four years older so I had the advantage. Jared didn't lasso me too much unless I let him. I got to be pretty good at it." His expression suddenly grim, Booth shook his head and placed his hat back on wife's head.
Not sure what he was thinking, Brennan leaned against him while he draped his arm around her shoulders. "My brother was five years older than I was, so he wouldn't play with me of course . . . I liked to play cowboys too, but I didn't really have anyone to play with. I played with imagery friends when I was younger. I had some real friends, but they didn't like westerns and they thought it was weird that I liked them . . . I wish Russ had played with me. It might have been fun."
Feeling sad for his wife, Booth pulled her tighter against his side. "You'd have been pretty good at it, Bones. The way you placed your shots at the competition, I think if you practiced you might be hard to beat. Third place is pretty good."
"First place." Emphasizing the word 'first' Brennan grasped Booth's thigh and squeezed it. "You were disqualified ergo I came in first."
Amused, Booth pulled her hand from his thigh, certain he was going to find a bruise there later. "Ergo? Ergo nothing. I won and slippery Sam came in second. You came in third."
Enunciating clearly, Brennan cocked her head to the side and reminded him again, "His name was Glen and you . . . were . . . disqualified."
Not willing to concede her point, Booth reminded her. "I didn't start the fight. I was dancing with my wife and Slippery Sam hit me. He started it therefore I didn't and I shouldn't have been disqualified . . . Ergo, I won."
Her eyes glimmering, Brennan stood up and pushed her hat back from her forehead. "Listen Partner . . . we don't take to cheating in these parts. I won and you lost."
Quickly standing, Booth lowered his shoulder and scooped up his wife on his shoulder. Her squeal loud, Booth patted her behind. "Hey, keep it down Wanda or you'll wake the kids."
Uncertain what Booth was up to, Brennan reached down his back and patted his rear. "Well Buck, now that you have me what do you plan to do with me?"
Moving slowly down the hallway, Booth snickered. "Well Wildcard Wanda, that's exactly what you're about to find out."
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