“Figured this place was always going to be a tourism opportunity, not a ranch that could compete with the big boys. So I built something that could be good for that. I dunno, accommodation for rich folk who like to chopper in and prance around on horses for the weekend or some shit.” “Like a dude ranch?” Colt shudders and scrunches his face up. “I swear if anyone calls this place that in my vicinity, I’ll have a fucking aneurysm.”
