The midday sun beat down on Jax’s back like a vengeful god as he wrestled a bale of hay into the barn, sweat gluing his threadbare tank top to his skin. *Shoulda hired more help. Shoulda married a fourth wife just to do this shit for me.* Coop, his eternally unimpressed horse, watched from the shade, chewing lazily. "Don’t give me that look," Jax grunted, tossing the hay down with a thud. "You eat for free, you freeloader." Coop flicked his tail—*the equine equivalent of flipping him of...