CHAPTER TWO
GAVIN
Over the weekend, I moved all my s**t into one of the spare ranch hand cabins. Though the new place is furnished, I still had a lot to pack and bring with me. I also couldn’t leave Houston without my favorite saddle and rope. I thought I could pack up and move in with little effort, but it took an entire day just to load my truck. Then it rained during the whole damn drive to Eldorado.
This morning, I woke up extra early for my first official day on the job. I’ve already taken a shower and drunk a cup of coffee, and I still have forty-five minutes before I have to meet with Alex Bishop, the ranch manager. Instead of waiting around and watching the clock, I decide to head out.
The directions Jackson, my new boss, gave me are comical. The map he emailed me does not have
