Eli hung over the rail watching him take his turn. Another win for the kid in the pole racing category. Eli hadn’t entered this event. First time ever. What was the point? The kid beat him every time.“He really is magnificent,” he said to no one in particular. He didn’t know anyone was around to hear him and jumped at the deep growl that came from behind him. Shit, he knew that growl. What the fuck had he done to earn that sound this time? He’d mucked out the horse trailer and polished the saddles. There weren’t any other assignments that he knew of today.“Got your fag panties all bunching up again, Eli?” Owen leaned over the rail beside him. Only twelve years older than Eli, at thirty-one his uncle was an impressive man. Rugged, handsome, tall, built. Mean as fucking hell. Eli thought he was off in the head. But as long as Eli did his chores and paid his way, Owen left him alone now. “Ever notice how he doesn’t notice you? Ever notice how he looks the other way when you come into a room?
