Firefly Ranch by Rebecca James
To Dad. Love you.
“I’ve been here a month, Mary-Jim.” Carver West looked out the window of the ranch business office at the long expanse of fields and men working with the Hereford cattle. “How am I supposed to do my job when one of my most competent hands is so antagonistic towards me? Did Sutter get along with Guy when he ran the place?”
“Sutter’s the owner—everyone has to get along with him.” Mary-Jim Landover, long-time bookkeeper at Firefly Ranch, sat at a desk piled with papers, a pen stuck behind her ear, ash-blond hair falling in tendrils from a half-hazard bun.
“Don’t worry yourself about it, Boss Man. Bishop will come around.”
“Please stop calling me Boss Man; it makes me uncomfortable.” Carver turned from the window. He swung a chair around, s
