Twenty minutes later, they were dressed in sweat shirts, jeans and riding boots and carried brand new cowboy hats they’d bought at the airport. Jack guided Alex to the buffet in the dining room, taking a quick look around at the diners. He tamped down the flash of disappointment at not seeing Cole. Likely the man was busy preparing for the tour. The tour—Jack couldn’t prevent a shudder at the thought of hours on a horse. At least he hadn’t fallen off the previous day, and hopefully, nobody would expect more than that. Of course, Alex had taken to it like a natural, elated with his success. So no option—horseback it was. If Jack couldn’t stay in the saddle, he’d survive the humiliation of catching a ride in the wagon that was to follow them.
Resolution taken, he wolfed down a meal of fluff
