granddad?”
“He’s sittin’ right here. You wanna talk to him before we hang
up?”
“I’d like that.”
She went over the questions that had come up during the meeting.
He was as anxious to finalize this deal as she was, and said he’d get back to
her the next morning.
Tristan didn’t feel sleepy when she hung up. The hot tub
sounded like a nice way to relax and wind down, and since Liv said she’d have
privacy, she decided to go in, even though she hadn’t brought a bathing suit
with her.
***
Grey was asleep in the crib that was still set up in Caden’s
room. Liv assured him that her little girl could sleep through a train wreck,
and even if Grey woke in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t bother her. She
handed him the extra baby monitor, and told him he could sleep downstairs in
one of Ben’s son’s rooms. The boys were at their mother’s house this week.
“Oh, and Tristan McCullough from Lost Cowboy is staying in the
guest room down the hall.”
The name sounded familiar. Was she the same woman from Lost
Cowboy he met in Las Vegas? He sure wouldn’t mind running into her in the
hallway in the middle of the night.
He took a shower, and then remembered there was a hot tub on
the patio.
***
1961
Once they turned off the main road, Bill kept thinking the
ranch would be around the next bend of the dirt road. It felt as though they’d
been driving for hours since they could only go ten miles an hour on the
washboard-ridden road. He was beginning to feel sick to his stomach.
“You look green over there boy.”
Clancy must’ve noticed. He wouldn’t be making a good first
impression on Clancy’s brother if he got sick to his stomach riding in a damn
truck.
“You want me to pull over for a bit?”
Bill waved his hand. “Nah, I’m good. You can keep goin’.”
“It ain’t much further,” Clancy laughed. “We’ll get some pop
in ya when we get there. That’ll make you feel better.”
“I said I was fine,” he snapped.
Clancy grinned at him, and rolled down his window. “It’ll be a
might dusty, but the fresh air that comes with it will do you good. Hey look
there. We’re here.”
Bill looked up and saw the main gate of the ranch. It was
closed, so Clancy stopped the truck and jumped out to open it. Maybe Bill
should’ve done that for him.
“I’ll get it,” he said after they pulled through. He jumped
out and closed the gate behind them. He didn’t want Clancy to think he was
lazy.
Getting out of the truck for just that short amount of time
settled his stomach. He looked off in the distance, and thought about telling
Clancy he’d walk the rest of the way in, but from where he stood, he couldn’t
see any buildings. Who knew how much further it might be? Could be miles.
As he studied the view, he understood why the ranch was set as
far back as it was. From there, you could see all the way to Utah. Hills
layered on rolling hills in shades of golden brown. Soon it would turn a
thousand shades of green as the earth warmed and the plant-life came out of
dormancy. He breathed in deeply. Horses. It was a smell not all found pleasant,
but to him, it took him back to happier times. Day after day he and his father
rode their land on the backs of horses. He’d give anything to go back to the
time before his daddy got sick.
“You gettin’ back in the truck or not?” Clancy shouted at him.
Bill climbed in. “Quite a place your brother’s got here.”
“Ain’t just his anymore. I’ll be a full partner soon as he
deposits the bank draft. So I’ll say thanks for the both of us.”
He didn’t ask how much land the ranch encompassed, that would
be rude. Plus, if things went the way he hoped they would, he’d be out riding
that land and could figure it out for himself.
“Uh, so…if you’re a partner, who makes the decision about
hiring somebody lookin’ for a job?”
“Guess I forgot to tell you that part. It was a stipulation of
my partnerin’ up. We’re a