Alex rested his hand on Virgil’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Of course he can.”
Virgil looked thoughtful for a moment then he too smiled. “Would you be needing a cook? My wife, Willow, is a right good cook. Worked in the kitchens growin’ up and she has a position in a big house in St. Louis.”
Thinking of the man on the ranch who currently ruined dinner on a regular basis, Alex laughed. “You have no idea how badly the Rocking R needs a cook. I’ll be surprised if I don’t return to at least one of my men gone from poisoning.”
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