Charlie looked around the Boise air terminal. Nowhere near as busy as O’Hare, which they had flown out of very early that morning, but exciting nonetheless as Charlie felt his cowboy adventure had actually begun. He and Jared stood with Rick and Richard, two men from Nashville they had met on the flight and who were destined for the dude ranch as well. Their claim to fame seemed to be that Richard’s last name was Richardson and Rick’s, Ricard. The family joke was figuring out whose mail belonged to whom.
When Jared asked them why they had chosen Stallions and Studs for their vacation, their response was, “Are you kidding, haven’t you looked at the online pictures of the staff? The testosterone fairly oozed off the screen.”
Charlie hid his self-satisfied smile.
“I can’t believe we’re
