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and a shower that various members of the group could take turns using, and a real bathroom for any one of the paying visitors who was too squeamish to use the facilities the great outdoors had to offer.
Maps were spread on the table in front of them, with marked waypoints as to where they would stop each day. The only thing different about this meeting compared to the same meetings that took place during round ups from a hundred years ago was the presence of iPads, handheld GPS devices, Bernard’s laptop, and a few more 21st century items that helped guarantee the drive went off with as little disruption and risk as possible. A satellite phone stood up on the table and its green power LED shone, connecting the middle son, Anders, to the meeting from his place back home in the ranch office.
“I don’t see any reason why we can’t just add two or three miles a day to the trip and cut out a whole day of the drive,” one of the foreman, Dwayne, argued again, pointing to the different spots past each waypoint that would still have plenty of water and access for the vehicles to meet up with the group. “We’ve never had weather this good, and we’re making really great time. We can press on and pick up the pace now.”
Even though they were twins, Casey had always held the unofficial position as the oldest Carson boy, the oldest brother, and by rights, that made him more of Bernard’s second-in-command. So when everyone looked at Carey, he fought the urge to look over his shoulder for Casey. When he realized that his brother’s absence meant he was now a louder voice in the decisions that had to be made, it was both exciting and a little bit unnerving as everyone looked at him for input.
“Well,” he began, clearing his throat. “If we walk the cattle more than thirty miles a day, we’re going to have some awfully skinny cows to sell when we finally arrive in Missouri. These are animals whose whole lives have been spent just standing around, eating grass all day. If we push ‘em too hard, we’re liable to lose a lot of their numbers.
“Plus, we have the city people to think about. They paid to come out here for a full drive, and we provided a detailed itinerary so that they could check in with family and friends back home at each of the designated spots. They even get to take that day trip once we reach the state line, remember?”
“Is this a vacation, or a cattle drive?” Dwayne demanded, a tone of disgust creeping into his voice. Bernard watched Carey’s face silently to see how he would handle both the second-guessing and the mild impertinence from one of their employees.
“It’s both,” Carey said in a stern, level voice, looking Dwayne directly in the eye.
“Our ranch’s income comes from the sale of the cattle, but also from the tourists who come along each time. We have an obligation to get those cows there in one piece and in good shape, but we also owe it to the people who sent in their checks to take part in it. If we didn’t want those people along on ‘vacation’, then we shouldn’t have invited them.” Carey let his words sink in and paused to let Dwayne remember that he was talking to one of the future owners of Carson Hill Ranch. Then, he relaxed his expression and lowered his voice to a conversational tone.
“We can’t go changing it up now, not when they’ve paid good money to take part in this drive. We’re just gonna have to leave the plans like they are, and count our blessings that the weather has cooperated enough to give us a nice leisurely walk. Besides, it’ll give us some extra cushion in case we have any delays and do have to speed up later on.”
Everyone nodded in agreement, even Dwayne, and the fluttering feeling in the pit of Carey’s stomach died down some. He’d never been the one to speak out and help make the decisions, because he’d always been happy to let Casey take the lead and to support whatever his brother thought up. Now, he sensed the very real loss of his twin and felt alone for the first time since Carey drove away with Miranda. It stung to suddenly find himself out on his own a little, and he couldn’t wait for this drive to be over and to head back to the ranch, where they could all be the Carson boys again.
The meeting broke up and the small group descended the steps of the RV to join the other hands and cowboys as they ate their lunch. After getting his plate from the kitchen truck, still affectionately called the chuck wagon as a throwback to the olden days, Carey looked around for a spot to sit down and eat. His attention was pulled to the loud voices of an argument that had broken out among the city people. Walking that way quickly, he caught enough of the conversation to piece together that someone had gone and offended the feminist…again.
“Hi, folks!” Carey called out affectionately, ignoring the ugly looks passing between some of the group members and the irritated glare Karen shot in his direction. He couldn’t help but notice that Amy had her head down, looking at the untouched plate in her lap. He dropped down on the grass right beside her with his plate and asked, “Mind if I join you guys? I’m starved!”
Most of them mumbled their agreement and went back to their food and out of the corner of his eye, Carey saw Amy look at him and smile sheepishly. Carey leaned very close to her, so close that she could smell the scent of soap and sunscreen off his skin, and whispered, “What did I miss?”
Amy shrugged, then looked around nervously before answering. “Apparently, ‘cowboy’ is an ugly word to my people.”
He narrowed his eyes in confusion before asking for clarity. “Your people?”
“Girl people. I think we’re not supposed to tolerate anyone calling us ‘cowboys’ but then, it turns out that ‘cowgirls’ is also off-limits after Bob over there was nice enough to suggest that everyone politely use that word instead.”
“What does Karen want everyone to call you then?” Carey said, trying desperately not to laugh, especially once he spied Karen fuming when she noticed Amy talking to him. Of all the stupid arguments for people to have, this one had to be somewhere near the top of the list.
Amy shrugged again. “Cow people? I think? I was trying really hard not to pay attention, but you know how she is.”
“Cow people.”
“Yup.” Amy took a forkful of food and chewed thoughtfully as she remembered the argument over labels, then swallowed before adding, “I might have my terminology wrong, but that’s what I suggested just to keep the peace.”
“Do you really want to be called a ‘cow people’? Because I can totally be respectful to everyone, but even I’m gonna have a hard time remembering to call you cow people.”
“What about cow humans?” she suggested in a hushed voice, giving Carey an uncharacteristically conspiratorial grin.
“Now that I can do. I can really get behind not labeling people, so we’ll go with ‘cow humans.’” Carey slid one of the extra cookies off his plate onto her plate as he talked, gesturing with his fork that she needed to eat up now that the sexism ruckus had died down. “So, have you learned to speak horse yet?”
“Fluently, as a matter of fact. My horse and I were actually just having a lovely discussion just this morning on which he thinks will win the next election. Turns out, my horse is voting independent.”
“Well, that explains about sixty percent of the problem you’ve been having with your horse,” he replied knowingly.
“What, you don’t like his political views?” she demanded with mock anger.
“No, I meant because your horse is a girl, not a boy. I can’t speak for everyone, but the gender is usually the first thing most people can tell about a horse, if you know what I mean.” He chuckled to himself, then actually laughing out loud when he caught Amy’s bemused expression.
“Well, maybe I’m not that kind of girl,” she said, turning her head nonchalantly and feigning indifference. “I don’t go around peeking between farm animals’ legs, I’ll have you know. I was raised better than that.” The conversation proved to be too hilarious. She couldn’t maintain her straight face any longer, and quickly fell victim to a fit of giggles.
Carey laughed loudly, surprised by Amy’s sense of humor. She blushed again at the attention and cast a sideways