A Baby In The Bunkhouse
I figured I'd find you here, burning the midnight oil."
Rafferty Evans looked up from his computer screen to see his father standing in the doorway of the ranch-house study. At seventy-four, Eli Evans had finally agreed to retire. Which meant he had more time on his hands to stick his nose into his son's business. Sensing a talk coming on he'd rather avoid, Rafferty grumbled irritably, "Someone's got to do the books before the fall roundup starts."
Eli settled into a leather club chair. "The last two days of rain has you chomping at the bit."
Actually, Rafferty thought, he felt this way every November. Ignoring the flash of lightning outside, he went back to studying the numbers he'd been working on. "A lot to get done over the next six weeks."
Eli spoke over the deafening rumble of thunder. "Including the job of hiring a new bunkhouse cook."
"The hands chased away the last three with their incessant complaints. They can fend for themselves while I search for another."
"You know none of them can cook worth a darn."
"Then they should be more appreciative of anyone who has even a tiny bit of skill."
Eli thought about pursuing the matter, ... read full excerpt from: A Baby in the Bunkhouse ebook
