Stars & Stripes

I love you," Ty said out of the blue, his voice almost sing-song. Zane laughed. "You're drunk." "I loved you before I was drunk.

Had a gay bull I had to sell last year. That was a damn nuisance. Gay son? That don't cost me nothing.

I want you to put 'He didn't want to ride the damn horse' on my tombstone.

What are you two up to today?" "Oh, I just figured I'd show Ty some more of Texas. Head down to San Antonio and visit the Bureau office there," Zane said. He shot a sideways look at Ty. "Maybe spend the night in Beaumont." Ty smacked his forehead and turned his head away. "Not much in Beaumont to see," Harrison said with a frown. Zane grinned. "Even so, we're going to try to get it in." Ty had his hand over his mouth, his head down. He was either going to throw up or he was laughing. Harrison felt he'd missed a joke, but he thought maybe he didn't want to know.

Don’t matter who you love, son,” he said. “As long as you do it well.

She told me to wait,that I was going to lose a finger." Earl looked toward the kitchen and back at Ty and Duece. He snorted. "I asked her, did she think I was stupid? Then a couple of snips later, whack. Off went the finger. And you know what that woman said to me? I said 'Mara you cut my finger off.' And your mother said to me, 'Well Earl who's stupid now?

Good kitty" "Why do you encourage them?" "They're good kitties." "They're your minions." "Everyone needs a minion or two" "You won't be so pleased when you find me ground up in their food bowl one day.

So, Mr. Grady, how did you find yourself in the FBI?” (…) Ty gave her a charming smile. “The Marines didn’t want me, and it’s hard to find a job where you can shoot things without getting arrested.

Guy with a gun, I’m your man. Big white tiger with teeth, it’s every steak for himself." - Ty Grady

All you shitheads need Jesus so far as I'm concerned.

„Ty, the horses are not conspiring against you.” Ty crossed his arms and shook his head. „He looks at me. And he talks to me! And he knows I don't know what he's saying!” Zane squinted at him. „Okay. I think you've been out in the sun a little too long.

You lurve the tiger," Zane croned. "Shut up, Zane".

Ty,” Zane yelled, “don’t shoot the tiger!” “He started it.” Ty continued to stare at the tiger, and the tiger at him.

...there are so many paths in life. Some we choose, and some are chosen for us. We walk our paths without looking down and that's the life we lead. The only things you'll get from guessing where another path would have gone are questions you can't answer and heartache you can't ever soothe.

I refuse to live with any more evil cats. It’s him or me.

He had no doubt that he knew who Ty was now, inside and out. He knew every one of Ty's quirks and weak spots and favorite things. He knew what Ty found funny and what annoyed him. He knew what would break his heart. He knew how to touch him to drive him wild, and when to back off when Ty was having a bad day. He knew that Ty was kind and loyal and funny, that he had a deep sense of honor and righteousness. He knew that Ty would die to save a stranger, and kill to save a friend. That was the type of man he was.

How can you approve of them? Does it not bother you that your son, your only son, the very last male to carry the Garrett name, goes home from work every night to another man? That doesn’t offend your sensibilities?” “Not one bit,” Harrison said. He picked up his newspaper again. “At least he looks forward to going home.

Okay there, Ty?" "Yes, sir," Ty answered with a grimace. "Bad leg. Old football injury. Tripped over the water boy. There was Gatorade everywherem it was horrible.

Where do you get bitter cherries?" Deuce asked. "Disgruntled trees.

All's I'm saying is love's a blessing, no matter all the same.

You make me ride a horse, you get unbridled puns.” “That’s clever, I approve.” “Thank you.” Ty said

He's scared, Zane." "Well he should join the fucking club." "Come on, Barnum" "Ty, you are not the tiger whisperer," Zane hissed.

Quit your bitching and go buy me a Stetson

You brought my son back and turned him into a beautiful thing. I expect you’ll take the same care with that ol’ Hoss.

Whoa, Lone Star,” he said, laughing as he looked Zane up and down with a critical eye. “You’ll have to buy me dinner before you get that far.” “I already bought you dinner,” Zane pointed out as he righted himself and sat down. “And he’s already gotten that far!” Mark added.

Zane rolled his eyes. "Galloping crazies." Ty squeezed his hand. "Well, you said you liked horses.

Somewhere along the line, he'd come to terms with the fact that the more dangerous Ty seemed, the hotter he was. Zane had no regrets.

You gonna fight me, faggot?” Ty looked him up and down, then glanced at the men behind him. He shook his head. “Not until you make it a fair fight. Go get more friends. I’ll wait.

The only things you’ll get from guessing where another path would have gone are questions you can’t answer and heartache you can’t ever soothe.