“The Ranchers Association meets tomorrow. I’ll ask if anyone has any ideas. You should probably attend, too.”
“Sure.”
Rhine said, “I don’t have anything pressing later on. How about we ride over to the Blanchard place together?”
“Fine with me. Let me know when you’re ready.”
Rhine nodded. Kent rose to his feet and left him to his work.
With his mind on the many ways he planned to pay Portia back for his constant state of arousal, Kent sat on the bench outside his bedroom and took out the letter he’d received from his father, Oliver. In a way he was pleased the old man had taken the time to write, and as he read further, Kent found himself equally pleased that not only were his father and stepmother, Sylvia, doing well, but they were planning to visit him and the Fontaines. What gave him pause however was the part in the letter referencing Sylvia’s great-niece, Ruth, who was traveling with them and who would, his always meddling father wrote, make you an ideal wife.
Kent tossed the letter aside and put his head in his hands. “Dammit!”