Colt Wilder is short-tempered, growly, and impossible to please. No wonder he can’t find any fucking help to work this ranch. After spending a whole day trying to make myself useful, acting as his personal shadow in an effort to learn the ropes around here, I’ve discovered that it’s like trying to read a book while the cover and pages are glued together. Everything I need to know that would allow me to be more helpful is locked away behind a surly demeanor and a smattering of occasional grunts.
