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on his mount, carrying a calf. The sun was setting over a mountain in the background.
    Andy pulled through the gate and began the drive down the long, winding dirt drive. After a few miles, he parked beside a truck in front of the big ranch house. There were several buildings on the land, barns, bunkhouses, equipment sheds, feed storage—all of them looked old but well-maintained with coats of fresh paint. The fencing had been in good shape, too, he’d noted as he drove along.
    He unbuckled and got out his briefcase. Inside he had scientific proof of why his company’s formulas were the best. He had years of research to back it up, and Andy truly believed in his products. Hell, he’d spent most of his adult life working on them. He wouldn’t have done so had he not thought they were the best option and something direly needed.
    There were too many chemicals in animals’ food today, and it was crossing over into human food, too. Like there wasn’t already enough chemicals and shit in what most people ate. Pick up just about anything from the store and read the ingredients. More chemicals and shit than actual food in it.
    Assured he had everything together, including his wits in case he did see Salt, Andy got out of the truck. He shut the door and spotted a tall, older man standing on the porch to the ranch house. He knew at a glance it wasn’t Salt, but there were some similarities. Both men were older, with dark hair and that stern cowboy look to them.
    Andy cleared his throat and headed for the porch, letting an easy smile slide into place. He’d always loved ranches, cowboys… If things had been different, he might have tried to buy a place of his own, but shit had happened and there was no changing it.
    Andy took the three steps up to the porch easily. He held out his hand. “I’m Andy, but you likely figured that.”
    “Carlos.” Carlos shook his hand. “Come on in. I run this place for my bosses back in Texas, but they’ll listen to what I say. Might even be interested in buying your feed for a ranch down there if you can get it to them. If your shit’s worth buying.”
    “It is.” Andy kept his tone light but firm. He didn’t take any offence, and the prospect of being able to sell Organic Feeds products in Texas? That was a win he definitely wanted. “I can get feed to any place in the U.S. Why don’t you let me show you why you should give my company a chance. Ask any questions you want, and I won’t push you to make a decision.” He could tell Carlos was a hard target, but one who’d be a loyal customer if Andy convinced him that Organic Feeds was the best for his ranch.
    Carlos wouldn’t tolerate any bullshit, either. Andy was relieved to be able to just share his enthusiasm for his products.
    “All right, let’s head to the office. Troy and Will should be joining us shortly.”
    “Troy and Will?” Andy repeated, then asked quickly, “Are they ranch hands or—”
    “Partners. That’s all you need to know about them,” Carlos said in a clipped voice.
    Andy didn’t get the attitude, but whatever. He followed Carlos inside. The house was painted white on the outside, but inside it was an explosion of colour. At least, that was how Andy thought of it. The interior was painted a warm yellow-gold, but there were bright colours everywhere. The hallway had pictures and paintings hanging up, each framed in some colour of the rainbow. There was a small table and mirror done in a dark red in the hall too, then he saw the living room.
    Yellow leather couch and love seat, burgundy recliner, and bright bits of pottery on the end tables. More framed pictures and paintings made the place look very homey and comfortable.
    Carlos gestured to the left. “Let me grab us a couple cups of coffee.”
    “That’d be great,” Andy told him, though his bladder was beginning to twinge a bit.
    The kitchen was the same, but the short guy at the stove didn’t seem quite as friendly as the interior of the