Boys will be Boys! An Excerpt from Wilhelmina, A Winter Bride
Laurel, Montana, near Billings
Marcus Hamilton spurred his horse forward to rush after his brother’s. They raced toward the stables and, as always, it became part of the competition between them. The rascal had a good lead on him, but Marcus' horse was faster. He reached the barn just as Tobias dismounted.
When Marcus tackled Tobias from behind, both fell to the ground rolling over each other, throwing punches. The horses, smarter than their owners, moved away from the ruckus and voluntarily entered the corral area.
Tobias landed a hard punch to Marcus’ jaw and he fell back, blinking away the stars that appeared. Seeing the advantage, Tobias scrambled over and sunk a fist into his brother’s gut.
"Boys! Cut it out right now!" Their father's deep voice was followed by two swift kicks, one for each of them.
Tobias tumbled off of Marcus and landed on the ground next to him. Both looked up at a furious Jacob Hamilton. "Enough of this nonsense. Marcus, you have no right to be angry with your brother. It was clearly an accident that he hit you with the rope."
Marcus sat up and glared at his brother. "Twice?" When Tobias grinned, Marcus almost punched him again. But his father's presence stopped him. He rubbed at the side of his face. "I've got scratches all over the side of my face from the rope. He didn't have to be so close. Both of us know he's too good of a roper for it to be an accident."