down, limits him. But heâs already adjusting to it. The boss ainât no lightweight,â he added. âCane picked him up over one shoulder and threw him.â
âWow.â
He sobered. âYou know, theyâve all got problems of one sort or another. But theyâre decent, honest, hardworking men. Weâd do anything for them. They take care of us, and theyâre not judgmental.â Red grimaced at some bad memory. âIf they were, Iâd sure be out on my ear.â
âSlipped up, did you?â She gave him a quizzical look. âYou, uh, didnât throw pesticide on the boss?â
He shook his head. âSomething much worse, Iâm afraid. All I got was a little jail time and a lecture from the boss.â He smiled. âClosest call Iâve had in recent years.â
âMost people mess up once in a while,â she said kindly.
âThatâs true. The only thing that will get you fired here is stealing,â he added. âI donât know why itâs such an issue with the boss, but he let a guy go last year for taking an expensive drill that didnât belong to him. He said he wouldnât abide a thief on the place. Cane, now, almost jumped the guy.â He shook his head. âOdd, odd people in some respects.â
âI suppose thereâs something that happened to them in the past,â she conjectured.
âCould be.â He made a face. âThat girl, Gelly, that the boss goes around with has a shifty look,â he added in a lowered tone. âThere was some talk about her when she and her dad first moved here,about how they got the old Barnes property theyâre living on.â He grimaced. âSheâs a looker, Iâll give her that, but I think the boss is out of his noggin for letting her hang around. Funny thing about that drill going missing,â he added with narrowed, thoughtful eyes. âShe didnât like the cowboy because he mouthed off to her. She was in the bunkhouse just before the boss found the missing drill in the guyâs satchel, and the cowboy cussed a blue streak about being innocent. It didnât do any good. He was let go on the spot.â
She felt cold chills down her spine. Sheâd only seen the bossâs current love interest once, and it had been quite enough to convince her that the woman was putting on airs and pretending a sophistication she didnât really have. Most men werenât up on current fashions in high social circles, but Morie was, and she knew at first glance that Gelly Bruner was wearing last yearâs colors and fads. Morie had been to Fashion Week and subscribed, at home, to several magazines featuring the best in couture, both in English and French. Her wardrobe reflected the newer innovations. Her mother, Shelby, had been a top model in her younger days, and she knew many famous designers who were happy to outfit her daughter.
She didnât dare mention her fashion sense here, of course. It would take away her one chance to live like a normal, young single woman.
âYou went to college recently, didnât you?â Red asked. He grinned at her surprise. âThereâs no secrets on a ranch. Itâs like a big familyâ¦we know everything.â
âYes, I did,â she agreed, not taking offense.
âYou live in them coed dorms, with men and women living together?â he asked, and seemed interested in her answer.
âNo, I didnât,â she said curtly. âMy parents raised me very strictly. I guess I have old attitudes because of it, but I wasnât living in a dorm with single men.â She shrugged. âI lived off campus with a girlfriend.â
He raised both eyebrows. âWell, arenât you a dinosaur!â he exclaimed, but with twinkling eyes and obvious approval.
âThatâs rightâI should live in a zoo.â She made a wry face. âI donât fit in with modern society.