Chapter 8
Cheyenne, Wyoming 1867
Elias snorted. " You can put that one right out you're mind." He shook his head, his voice laced with amusement. "Besides the fact, that girl too white, Boss man's got his eye on her."
Buck grunted and mumbled something incoherently, wiping sweat from his brow with a swipe of his forearm
"Half the men 'round here would string you up if they saw the way you been lookin' at her, boy." Elias scoffed.
Buck's lips twitched into a derisive grin. "Well, they can't stop a man from thinkin'."
Elias threw his head back and boomed with laughter. A sharp bark cut through their conversation.
"Get back to work! We ain't payin' you to gossip like a bunch of old hens!" The line leader bellowed.