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“Dub Lewis doesn’t follow everyone around. Besides, part of the connection is that horse. Grace. You’re assigned to Grace and he loves that mare.”
Jack knit his brows together. “Dub says Grace is Leo’s horse.”
“No, Leo was just in charge of cleaning the stalls. Leo is actually gone.”
“What happened?”
“He needed a raise that we were unable to provide, given our current, uh...economic situation. It’s unfortunate because Leo did the work of several employees.”
This time Jack’s eyes popped wide. “Does that make me the new Leo?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes, I guess so. However, whether you buddy with Dub or not is your decision.” She shrugged. “You will be assigned a buddy.”
“What part of ‘I don’t want a buddy’ don’t you get?”
Lucy grit her teeth and tamped back a surge of irritation. “What did you think you were going to do at the ranch? Ride a horse and play cowboy?”
“I didn’t think at all. You insisted I see what the ranch was all about.”
“Yes. That’s because you were about to pull the rug out from under us. We’re privately funded. Meredith believes in what we do here. I’m hoping you will, too. We need that funding.”
“I’m not here to take care of kids.” His words were flat.
Jack Harris had returned to his hard-hearted self. That was too bad, because she was starting to sort of almost like him.
“Look, Jack, this ranch is the real thing. You are expected to fully participate.”
“What does that mean?”
“Not only will you have a buddy assignment, but starting tomorrow you’ll start your full chore list and participate in all required activities, including the trail ride and campout.”
“But...”
“Is there a problem? You certainly were quick to dismiss us to your aunt. Now that you actually have to get your hands dirty, you’re having second thoughts? I’m happy to call Meredith.”
“No. There’s no need to bother my aunt.”
Lucy glanced at her watch. “I have to start this meeting soon.”
She reached down and grabbed a pup tent and sleeping bag from the boxes next to her and shoved them at Jack.
He staggered backward in surprise.
“If you lose them, you buy them.” When she moved toward the doors Lucy was surprised to discover Jack matching his steps to her own.
“Tell me about the trail ride.”
Lucy kept walking, stopping only to open the glass doors for him since his arms were full. “It’s exactly that. The junior high and high school kids participate each year for three days and two nights. This first session is the boys’ ranch.”
Jack repositioned the tent pack and the sleeping bag in his arms. “Three days in the saddle?” he asked.
“No, we only ride horses there and back. It’s a camping experience. We take the chuck wagon and live outside with no electronics.”
“No cell phones?”
“None. Not that it really matters. Cell reception is nil where we’re headed.”
“You’re telling me that they actually like doing this?”
“The staff and the children look forward to this particular event every year.”
“Really?” His eyes narrowed as he considered her words.
“You know people pay a small fortune for this kind of outdoor experience. We offer it to our kids free of charge.”
Lucy looked at him. The man was privileged. Could he possibly understand? “You have no idea what an opportunity this is for kids who have been forgotten in foster care or suffered the emotional abyss of abusive situations.” She couldn’t help herself as the words began to tumble from her mouth unfiltered. “Please don’t discount this event until you’ve experienced the trail ride for yourself.”
For once Jack Harris was silent.
“Are you up for the challenge?” she asked.
“Do I have a choice?”
“Everyone has a choice. You and I need to put our differences aside for the summer because the children of Big Heart Ranch come first.”
When he didn’t answer, she took a deep breath. “Can we work together for six weeks or not, Jack?”
“I guess we’ll have to try, won’t we?”
“It’s all up to you, Jack.” Lucy nodded toward the back of the chow hall, where Dub Lewis waved his stubby arms. “Your buddy has your seat saved.”
Jack released a resigned sigh as his gaze followed hers. When he started across the room, a limp was still evident.
“Oh, and Jack?”
He turned, brows raised. “Yeah?”
“Moleskin.”
“Excuse me?”
“Try moleskin and a little triple antibiotic ointment for those blisters.”
His gaze shot to his shoes, and he immediately stopped limping. “I don’t have blisters. The only thing rubbing me the wrong way is this ranch.”
Lucy clutched her clipboard to her chest as she inhaled slowly, counting to ten while willing herself not to respond. Keeping her mouth shut every time Jack Harris pushed her buttons might very well prove to be the most difficult challenge of the next six weeks.
Chapter Four (#uf216b09b-e74e-5314-b1ac-4798159b588f)
They’d been on the trail almost three hours. Jack pushed his ball cap to the back of his head and pulled off his sunglasses to peer at the clear azure sky. The July sun’s merciless rays mocked him.
He shifted in the saddle, to no avail. His backside still ached and his T-shirt clung to his damp skin. Who went on a trail ride in one-hundred-degree weather? The humidity made the air so thick that he could taste it each time he opened his mouth.
From the bits of conversation that drifted back from the front of the line of horses and riders, everyone else seemed to be in good spirits.
Yeah, this was definitely an acquired taste. Jack took a swig of water and positioned Grace so the horse trotted behind the chuck wagon.
Covered with waterproof canvas and led by two horses, the wagon looked like an old-fashioned movie prop. More important was that it was large enough to hide Jack from inquisitive eyes as he peered at his banned electronic device.
Grace offered a snuffle and snort, shaking her head back and forth as though in warning when he slid his phone from his pocket and checked for reception.
No signal.
Again.
He had to admit that it irked him that so far Lucy Maxwell had been right about everything. From his blisters to the cell reception.
At the back of the wagon, the right canvas flap flew open and Dub Lewis stuck his head out, a huge toothless grin on his freckled face.
“Hi, Mr. Jack!” he called.
“Hey, isn’t that dangerous?” Jack returned. “You might fall out of there.”
“I have a seat belt on.”
“Yeah, well, be careful.”
“I will.”
“You better,” Jack grumbled.
The smile on Dub’s face widened as he continued to chatter. “You’ve got Grace. Can I ride her?”
“Maybe.” Jack offered a begrudging smile at the kid’s enthusiasm.
“Did you know that we’re having carrot cake later?”
“Oh, yeah?”
Dub nodded, eyes rounding.
“It’s Auggie’s birthday,” a familiar female voice said from behind Jack. The soft thud of horse hooves and the jingle of tack told him she was approaching on his right.
Lucy. Jack slid his phone back into the pocket of his jeans.
“Who is Auggie?” he asked, turning slightly in the saddle.
Seated confidently on a black mare, in Levi’s and her red ranch logo T-shirt, Lucy was all smiles today. She held the reins with soft chamois gloves and nodded up ahead, where a dozen or so boys wearing riding helmets bounced gently in the saddle, along with the rhythmic motion of their horses.
“See the tall boy with the black helmet? The one on the chestnut mare? Near the end?”
Jack nodded.
“This is the first time in his life he’s ever celebrated his birthday.”
“What do you mean?” Jack said, hoping her words weren’t literal.
“Exactly that.”
“How is that possible?”
“Neglect and abuse situations. We see it more often than you want to know.” She shrugged. “But today he’s already had a birthday breakfast and opened presents before we started the trail ride. Plus, our cook for the trip has brought along a cake and a few surprises.”
“That doesn’t sound like roughing it to me.”
“Aw, come on, Jack. Lighten up, would you? It’s a birthday. We consider them part of creating family traditions for our kids.”
“Traditions?” he muttered.
“Sure. Things you probably take for granted, like holidays and special celebrations, and yes, birthdays.”
“What about you?” he asked.
“What about me?”
“Did you have traditions growing up?”
“Things became a little blurry once we lost my parents.” Lucy pulled a foot from the stirrup, showing off one of the hand-tooled red leather boots. “See these boots?”
“Yeah, they’re hard to miss.”
“I asked for red boots for my birthday one year when I was a foster. I wanted them so badly. Of course, I didn’t get them. But the biological daughter of my foster parents did. For no reason. It wasn’t her birthday, and she hadn’t asked for them.”
Lucy smiled and glanced down at the boot with pride, carefully placing her foot back in the stirrup. “I bought myself these boots. Every single time I put them on I am reminded of why I do this job. It’s because every kid deserves red boots for their birthday.”
Jack did his best to keep what he was feeling from showing on his face. Lucy Maxwell wouldn’t want to be pitied. He flashed back to his last birthday with his brother. Blowing out candles and opening presents.
Bicycles. They’d both wanted bicycles, as badly as Lucy had wanted her boots.
He swallowed hard. They’d gotten them, too. Daniel’s bicycle was still somewhere at his aunt’s house. Before he could dwell on the thought, the flap of the wagon popped open once more.
Dub stuck his head outside to flash them a smile and disappeared again.
“Is that safe?” Jack gestured toward the wagon. “Seems to me he could go bouncing around.”
“The wagon was specially made for the ranch, and not only does it have an authentic flour cupboard and a cooking shelf on the outside, but it was also fitted with four seats that have full seat belts. It’s very safe.”
“Once again, I’m impressed. Where did it come from?”
