Untamed Cowboy
Some days, Carina Lockett despaired of finding decent help.
Today was one of those days.
She eyed the ranch hand sleeping in the shadows of the chuck wagon with disgust. If she hadn't been looking for him, she would've missed him, half-hidden there behind a pile of bedrolls. His intent, no doubt. To let the rest of the C Bar C outfit return to work after the noon meal while he stayed back and took a leisurely snooze.
"Tsk, tsk," Woollie said from his saddle beside her.
"He's not used to hard work, is he? Guess he's plumb wore out from having to do some."
Her foreman, Woollie Morgan, was the closest thing she had to a father since her own was killed almost a dozen years ago. He knew as well as she did spring roundup on her ranch required every man to pull his weight. No exceptions.
"I should fire him, the lazy bastard."
Woollie squinted into the sun, and all traces of his mockery faded. "You've already fired two men this week. We're short as it is."
She made a sound of impatience. It hadn't been easy scraping up a few good men to add to the Lockett payroll, the extra hands she needed for this year's roundup. Every rancher in th ... read full excerpt from Untamed Cowboy ebook
