Showdown!

“What made you think she was our cousin?” Travis, the quiet twin, asked.

Zack told them about his winnings and the accident that had caused him to drop the bucket of quarters. He vaguely described Honey’s outfit and how he’d just happened to notice the scar on her thigh. He didn’t say they’d both been on their knees picking up quarters at the time, his nose no more than six inches from her…well, it wasn’t necessary to go into fine detail.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen what those gals in Vegas wear,” Trevor agreed.

“You’ve never even been there,” Zack scoffed.

“I’ve seen movies,” the twin asserted, looking wise.

Zack refrained from punching him out, then wondered why he was getting so hot under the collar. There was no reason for him to defend Honey.

“Let the girl alone,” Uncle Nick said, putting an end to the conversation. “She’s probably taking a nap. I’ll talk to her later. Isn’t it time you boys got to work?”

The twins took their plates to the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher, then departed for the stable. Zack yawned and thought about a snooze himself.

He helped his uncle clear the table and clean up the kitchen, then Uncle Nick went to his room and Zack sprawled on the leather sofa in the living room, which had once been the entire cabin, built more than 150 years ago.

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