Madison waited for one to cool off before passing it to James, who was tucked snugly in between Grant’s brothers, his new cowboy heroes. Andrew and Benjamin had arrived just in time for dinner and now leaned back in their chairs on the other side of the fire, finishing off two bottles of their favorite beer, something Andrew claimed to have brewed in the barn. Bethany glanced at Grant before she took a tentative sip, her eyes rounding in surprise at the sweet peach flavor. “Your brother made this?” Grant chuckled. “Yeah, it’s a hobby. He’s got this whole setup in one of Dad’s stalls. Dad was so mad when he saw one of his foaling stalls turned into a brewery, but when he realized how much it helped Andrew blow off steam after a rough shift, he let him keep it.” “It’s really good.” She took a long swallow, savoring the sweet, yeasty flavor. “So, you have Andrew, Madison, Jefferson, Jackson, Grant and Benjamin.
