Vince hardly turned his eyes when Barbara and her men approached. She came up and nodded to him. "Looks like he's come back eh?"
Vince said nothing. He kept on digging.
Barbara saddled up and took the bucket where he was flinging herbs. "I know you two haven't always gotten along, but it would do you good to get along now."
"He was mom and dad's favorite. I seemed to be the oddball between us."
"He's the firstborn. Sometimes that's how it is."
Vince simply looked to her. He knew this was his role, what he should do.
"I'm not much of a green thumb." Barbara admitted. "But I'll see what I can do."
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