Mack and Seth sat on the wide porch of the dude ranch’s hotel, The Bunkhouse. At their feet lay their two large labs, Caesar and Cleopatra.
Rio came up from the stable and sat with them. He checked his watch.
“That feller from Boise that owns the horse comin’ today?” Seth asked.
“Yep. And he’s a bit late.” Rio consulted his watch once again.
Just then, the dogs rose as one and trotted off toward the side of the hotel.
“Must be someone drivin’ in now,” Mack said.
Rio got up as a black Silverado pulled around to the front of The Bunkhouse. The truck door opened and a tall, slender man looking to be in his mid-fifties got out.
Rio walked off the porch and up to the man, just as Caesar and Cleopatra, the latter carrying a stick in her mouth, came to offer their official welcome to Stall
