The next afternoon Teddy’s chest was tight with worry. He’d heard some of the men say that Roy had indeed been fired, and he hadn’t seen Marco since they both woke up. What if Roy did make sure they got fired? Marco might have to go back to Argentina. Teddy would never see him again.
It was late afternoon when Teddy saw Marco and Mr. Lawson drive up. He was so relieved.
He stayed put, pitching hay to Buller, hoping for Marco to come find him. A few minutes later, he did.
“We’re not fired?” Teddy asked, his voice hoarse with trepidation.
“No, Teddy. I haven’t been able to be honest with you. Let’s go to your room.” The taller man put his arm around Teddy’s shoulder as they walked. “My family owns a wool company, Lanas de Barini. When Mr. Lawson decided to sell, they sent me here to have
