“H-how . . .” Wyatt’s throat went a little dry. He hitched his horse to a sapling and walked over to face Falcon, putting off the moment he had to speak. He wasn’t much for talking about his troubles. Truth was, until Clovis’s will, he’d’ve told you he didn’t have any troubles. Well, except for stampeding cattle and unbroken mustangs and gunslinging rustlers, and the occasional rattlesnake, wolf, avalanche, blizzard, that kind of thing. But no real trouble.

He swallowed hard. “How did . . . did . . . did you, um, uh . . . talk Ch-Cheyenne into m-marrying you?”

The tension went out of Falcon’s shoulders. The furrows on his brow smoothed out. Then he grinned. “Trouble with Molly, huh?”

Wyatt felt his face heat up. Being embarrassed was stupid, so instead he got mad. He wanted to slug Falcon in the face and stomp off. But then who’d he ask?

Falcon watched him mighty close—still grinning. And Wyatt had a feeling Falcon was reading what went on inside Wyatt mighty clear.

Including the punch. And he wasn’t one speck afraid.

“Cheyenne’s gonna notice I quit chopping. We really oughta go in and talk about this with her.”

“No!” Wyatt was horrified. Cheyenne would never let him—

“What’s the matter, Wyatt?”

He spun around to look his sister in the eye. She probably saw almost as much as Falcon. She knew him mighty well.

“Having trouble with Molly again?” she asked.

“How do you both know this?”

Cheyenne didn’t smile, not like that half-wit Falcon. Instead, she came up and slung an arm around his shoulders. He wondered if Kevin and Win knew, too. He might’ve saved himself a long ride if he’d just dragged Kevin out of the house and talked to him.

“I think Molly is falling in love with you,” Cheyenne said.

Wyatt’s hopes soared.

“Nope, that ain’t right.” Falcon came up beside Wyatt but didn’t touch him.

Good thing because his words made Wyatt sick and nervous. He didn’t want to hear this.

“Molly is in love with you. No thinkin’, no fallin’. She’s all the way in.”

Maybe he did want to hear it.

“How can either of you know such a thing?”

“I’m not sure what’s going on with Molly leaving the way she did the other night.” Cheyenne’s arm tightened halfway to a hug. “We all decided different things. She wasn’t appreciated. She was working hard at a thankless job.”

“You were a growlin’ old grizzly to her all the time.” Falcon had to remind Wyatt of that.

He glared at Falcon. “I came over here thinking a brother might have some good advice. Now I wish you’d go back to chopping, and I could just talk to Cheyenne.”

“Sparkin’ a girl’s the easiest thing in the world.” Falcon grinned at Cheyenne.

Who grinned back.