like, how many juvenile delinquents does it take to run a ranch?â
The guffaws and tittering washed over her like a tidal wave. She couldnât believe Danny would be that rude.
âDanny, you shouldnâtââ Maggie began.
Joe held up a hand like a traffic cop, and she got his message: He was in charge.
âIâve heard that before,â Joe said. âSo Iâm glad that you cleared the air, Dan. But if you really believe that Iâm getting free labor out of this, well, then, Iâd better fire all these cowboys, huh? After all, I wonât need them because I have the twelve of you.â
This time it was the cowboys who laughed and snickered. The boys looked somewhat awkward, as did Danny and his new friend.
Maggie checked her watch. Seven oâclock. If she went to bed at eight, sheâd have over eight hours of sleep. That was definitely more than she got in a typical night.
She was exhausted. Danny looked dead on his feet, too.
There was no way that she was going to be late on her first day, even if she was scared out of her mind. No way.
âIâm going to walk Miss McIntyre to the ranch house,â Joe said. âThen Iâll be right back to help in the cleanup.â
She wondered if Joe had stressed that for the rest of the participants, or just for Danny.
Maggie sighed. In spite of the fact that Joe wanted to handle things, she had to find the time to talk to her nephew, to alleviate his concerns.
And make sure he didnât blow their last chance.
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Joe walked Maggie up the brick walkway to the main house, the glow of their flashlights combining to illuminate the way.
Heâd had an enjoyable meal with everyone, but particularly Maggie. Heâd even arranged to take her into Mountain Springs tomorrow for some real Western wear. She needed cowboy bootsâ real bootsânot those fluff designer shoes sheâd brought.
Heâd already received a heads-up from Quint that Dannyâs clothes werenât proper for ranch work, either. They were okay for a gangster, but thereâd be none of that for the young Daniel Turner.
âIâm sorry I jumped in earlier, Joe.â
âThatâs okay. Iâm sure itâs difficult to make the adjustment from aunt and primary caretaker to just one of the guys.â
âYeah, itâs hard.â She shook her head. âAs youcan tell, Dannyâs got a problem with peer pressure. Heâll say or do anything for a laugh.â
âI know. Iâve seen it time and time again. Give me and my staff a little credit, Maggie, and trust in Danny a little more.â
âIâve trusted Danny in the past. You can see where it got me.â
âBut today is a new day.â
She knew Joe was right. She had to back off and calm down.
But it was too darn difficult when she was so desperate to help Danny.
âIâm sure itâs much easier if there were two parents to help raise kids.â She sighed. âAre you married?â
He was quiet for a moment. âNo, Iâve never been married. I was engaged once, but it didnât work out.â
He took a breath. âLook, Maggie, Iâve volunteered for the programs at the Gold Buckle Ranch for eight years now. And, yeah, I have a degree, but what I also have is a clean slate and an unbiased point of view. I can look at things more objectively than you.â
She supposed he was right. âSo what have you objectively figured out about me and Danny so far?â
âWell, right now, Iâd point out that you arenâtgoing to be around to fight Dannyâs battles all the time. He needs the skills to stand up to his peers.â
She hadnât done a great job so far, but she had to perform eight shows a week. It was her job. Sheâd imposed on friends and sometimes hired the best people she could to keep an eye on Danny while she worked, but he still kept sneaking out on them, claiming