Following his productive call with Chow, Fargo went downstairs and entered the kitchen for a glass of water with fresh ice. Sylvie was creating something she liked to call Cowboy Meatloaf—a spicy barbecue loaf with two hard-boiled eggs that were cooked inside—on the countertop, in a giant plastic Tupperware bowl next to the range. They made eye contact, grinned at each other, and she said, “You like it here, don’t you, young man?”
He did, and admitted it to her.
“And Chip likes having you here. You need to know that. And whatever Mr. Cutter likes, I like.”
Speaking of Chip, he was on one of the black stallions with three clients on their own horses. The trio was horseback riding over the ranch’s many acres, traveling through the sun. Fargo watched his man bounce up and down in Quinten’s
