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standing there waiting for the caller, Ruth, to notice us. She was going through a complicated routine with someone and we didn’t like to disturb her. When she finally looked up she gave us a big smile.
    “Hi there! It’s nice to see some new young faces. Are you enjoying yourselves?” she asked brightly.
    “Yes, thanks!”
    “It’s great!”
    “Brill!”
    “It’s so good, we wondered if you might share this line-dancing with some more people,” Kenny asked seriously. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of Mrs McAllister’sriding stables? They were burnt down a while ago.”
    Ruth frowned sympathetically.
    “Oh it’s OK now, they’ve been rebuilt,” Kenny continued. “And Mrs McAllister’s having an Open Day on Saturday 28th. She lost a lot of business because of the fire, you see, and she needs to show everybody that she’s up and running again. She might not be able to carry on if business doesn’t pick up soon.”
    I shot Kenny a glance. I didn’t think that Mrs McAllister would want everyone to know that she had money worries.
    “And it would be dreadful if she did have to close down, because she does a lot of work for Riding for the Disabled. Rosie’s brother goes, doesn’t he Rosie?”
    Rosie nodded.
    “We were hoping to have some line-dancing at the Open Day, and as you’re so good, we wondered if you might do the calling?” Kenny concluded innocently.
    “Well …” Ruth spluttered. You could tell that she felt just like we had when MrsChandri had steamrollered us with suggestions for the Open Day!
    “Well, I guess I could pop in for an hour,” she agreed at last.
    “That’s great!” We all leapt up and down.
    “Here’s Sita Chandri’s number,” Kenny pushed a piece of paper into her hand. “If you ring her, she’ll give you all the details. Right then – are we ready to do some more of that bootin’ scootin’ stuff?”
    I couldn’t
believe
the nerve of that girl!
    “Why did you give her Mrs Chandri’s number?” Frankie demanded as we were walking away.
    “I’ve just done the hard work in persuading her to come to the Open Day, haven’t I?” Kenny explained patiently. “Now old Sita-chops will have to do all the boring work like arranging what time she has to get there. You know, ‘details, details’.” She mimicked Mrs Chandri. “We can’t do everything, can we?”
    The rest of us grinned. I think Mrs Chandri had probably met her match in Kenny.
    So, we’d sorted out the line-dancing andthe lassoing competition. The fancy-dress competition would be easy-peasy to arrange. Now all we had left to sort out was the campfire cookout. It was time to launch Operation ‘Cowboy Dad’!

I arranged for everyone to come round to my place on Sunday so that we could start making the posters for the Open Day.
    “But we haven’t asked if anyone can cook round the campfire yet,” Fliss reminded us. “So we won’t be able to put that on the poster, will we?”
    “Don’t worry,” I reassured her. “That’s all in hand. The most important thing is that Andy is here at five o’clock to pick you up.”
    By the time everyone had arrived, I’d cleared the big kitchen table, covered it with newspaper and got out all my paints.
    “Hey cool, Lyndz – this looks great!” marvelled Frankie, dropping her bag to the floor.
    “Let’s hope our poster looks great when we’ve finished,” I said. “I bet Mrs Chandri will make us do it again if she doesn’t like it.”
    “Well, we’ll just have to make sure it’s perfect when she sees it then, won’t we?” Frankie said sharply.
    I poured us all a big glass of Coke and we settled down to work.
    “I reckon we should stick pictures of cowboys and lassos and stuff round the edges of the poster,” I suggested. “That way it will get people’s attention and they’ll stop to read what it says in the middle.”
    “Good idea!”
    I gave everyone a piece of paper and we settled down to paint. I painted horses, and Kenny