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butt out with the toe of his dusty boot. Finally, he jumped in, talking fast as a used car salesman. "There's this great UFC fighter named Thunder McCleary. He's a light heavyweight with a shot at the world title but needs sponsors to pay for his expenses. It's a brilliant investment! He's sure to take the championship. He's fantastic! I've seen him fight and no one could beat him. He's won his last six bouts with hardly a contest. They want to pit him against the champ, Jorge Rodriguez, next, and it's practically a sure thin'. I think Queenie should invest in this guy. I'm goin' to do it, but it won't be enough."
    "Thunder McCleary…" It was a foolish name, but then fighters often had names that were supposed to be intimidating. Will had never heard of him, but he had heard of the Ultimate Fighting Championship's Jorge Rodriguez and knew the man was hugely successful. He looked over at Queenie, who was still fuming. "It's your money, honey. It wouldn't be my choice of investments, though."
    Anger made Harry shout. "Hey! You don't know a goddamn thin', mister! This is a great investment. I have it on good authority." He gave Will a shove in the shoulder.
    Will gave Harry a shove back and shot him a Clint Eastwood stare. The other man backed down, lowering his eyes.
    "Maybe you should go, Harry," Will told him.
    "Goddamn it, goddamn it!" the other man muttered, practically spitting. He looked daggers at both Queenie and Will. "I'm tellin' you, this is worth doin'. If you're too stupid to go for it, it's your loss."
    "Get the hell away from me, Harry. I told you to leave me alone the last time you had one of these crazy ideas. I meant it."
    Harry pushed dark hair off his forehead. "I'll call you later."
    "Don't bother!"
    "You will take my calls, bitch!"
    Will stepped between Queenie and her ex. "It's definitely time for you to leave, Harry. Do I make myself clear?"
    Harry turned to leave, but paused to look over his shoulder at Queenie. "We're not done with this."
    "Oh yes we are," Will told him.
    "Go to hell, Harry," Queenie added.
    Harry stomped away, got into his economy sedan and drove away from the ranch. Will watched him go then turned to Queenie.
    "Nice guy."
    She visibly relaxed. "Yeah, well, there's a reason he's my ex."
    "He looked hopped up on something."
    "He just got out of rehab, so probably not. I don't much care. He's a pain in the ass." She sighed. "It's not like he's a complete fu…uh…screw-up. He's a helluva guitarist, when he focuses. He's a primary reason why Wild Horse Wilderness has been successful over the years. And, the drug problem is relatively new. He was different when I first met him. Funny and intelligent. But then he chea- uh, changed, and I finally had to leave. He quit the group and has been tryin' to make it on his own."
    Will put his hand on Queenie's shoulder and ran it up to cup her cheek. "Frustrating, huh?"
    She nodded leaning toward him, then glared at him, pulling away. "I'm still mad at you. Are you here to see my father again?"
    Smiling, he nodded. "Is he here?"
    "He's on the property up north. He'll be gone a couple of days."
    "Damn."
    "Sorry," she said, but it sounded flippant.
    Although he should have turned and left, Will stayed put. Queenie was pouting after her mad, and it was endearing. "You play the fiddle for your band?"
    "Yeah."
    He hoped for more, but she turned and walked back to the covered porch, picking up her violin. "Play something for me."
    She looked over her shoulder at him. It was a little coy, and he grinned. Sighing, she sat down. Her dogs came over and lay at her feet. As she lifted the violin to her chin, she paused and scowled at him. "I only play country, Celtic and classical. I don't like any of that air puddin'  sh-shinola."
    Will walked over to the porch and put a foot on the step, leaning toward her. "I don't care. Play whatever you're in the mood for."
    "Hmph." Her eyes closed as she began to play. It was a classical piece, and, although Will