Page 40 of Forget That Guy
The donuts, like always, didn’t have enough substance in them to hold me over for long.
And let me tell you something, ranch work was a tough business.
Even at forty years old, I burned a ton of calories being outside and moving.
“You get anything to eat lately?” he asked.
I shook my head.
He sighed. “I’d take over for Sorcha so she could come cook, but none of those damn babies will even look at me when they’re sick. I’ll go saddle up a horse and come help.”
“Thanks,” I muttered darkly.
“This would be a hell of a lot easier if we had Coty and Brodie.”
I gritted my teeth.
Coty and Brodie were Heelers.
They worked cows like a dream.
The only problem was Juliana had taken them with her in the divorce.
Not because she wanted or needed them, but because she wanted things to be even.
I.e., she left Gibson and Greta to me, then took Brodie and Coty for herself.
Honestly, I kind of got a kick out of it each time the girls came home and told me what the dogs chewed up that day.
They were not meant to be idle.
Their passion was ranch work, and they were probably slowly dying inside without it.
“I’m going to get them,” DeeDee growled as her horse lurched left to keep a yearling in line.
Before I could tell her not to, she took off.
I would’ve called her back, but the cows were now lining up outside The Mercantile and trying to get inside.
There was also a little kid at the door looking like he was about to open it for them.
“No!” I growled.
The kid reared back in shock and started to cry.
I got the damn cows off the sidewalk leading up to the store and hurried them along.
The excited yips were back within ten minutes.
“Mom’s going to freakin’ kill us,” Catalina whispered. “But this is a pain in the ass without them.”
The yips got closer and closer, and then there they were, having the time of their lives and getting the cows in line.
They worked together like a team, and I thought about just stealing them.
It wasn’t like she really had any reason to keep them.
I would just have to figure out a way to make it sound like it was her idea…
