16Ricardo mopped his brow with his shirtsleeve, more from habit than anything else, and shoved his well-worn wide-brimmed hat down over his head. It had been two days of hard work, but they’d managed to gather almost four hundred head and were getting ready to move them closer to the house.
He glanced at the far end of the small valley at Dean, wondering about his background. He was a good worker and respectful with his ‘yes, sirs’ and ‘no, sirs’. Didn’t know much about cattle, but he asked questions, listened when Ricardo told him to do something, and caught on fast. He smiled and gave the kid a quick salute as he rode beside the last twenty steers.
His horse turned to make its way over to the makeshift pen area when he heard his name. Jerking his head around, he saw Dean standing in hi
