“Okay then.” Goody trots over to join us. “What’s on the agenda, Cash?” Light Mollie Luck’s hair on fire so she runs from the ranch screaming. “See a pasture or two. Take a lap down by the river. Give our honored guest here an understanding of the size and scope of our operation.” I wait for Mollie to correct me. She’s not a guest. She’s our new owner. But she doesn’t say a word. My heart skips a beat. Maybe that means she’s not planning on staying. Why come at all, then?
