Page 7 of Her Cowboy Hero
“I’m the same,” I say, picking up my burger. “Reckon I’d need a cheese grater to make my hands smooth again. But as my momma says, it’s the sign of a good honest worker. We’d never hire anyone on the ranch if they had smooth hands.”
“You know,” she muses as she eats a fry. “This is kind of embarrassing, but I don’t even know what a ranch hand does.”
“Why don’t you come out to the ranch sometime? Through the front gate this time. I’ll show you.”
She pauses with a sliver of potato held an inch away from her mouth. “You want me to come and watch you work?”
“Sure. You can tell me all about city life while I teach you about the country. Sounds like a great exchange to me.”
“OK,” she says, popping her fry in her mouth. “When?”
I chew enough so I can swallow before I speak. “Tomorrow? We start around 5am, but you can come whenever.”
“I can be there at five.”
“Yeah?” I ask, loving the easy way she’s agreeing to this. There’s something inside me that wants to show her my world. I’m not sure why yet, or what the end goal is, but this is something I’m really looking forward to.
“Absolutely,” she says, taking a bite out of her burger. “If I’m going to get the whole experience, I should be up with the cowboys.”
The grin on my face spreads from ear to ear. “Well, all right then. Guess I’ll see you at five.”
