8 Chapter 8

Bobby was not and never would be subservient! Perhaps he had grown up in a middle-class or higher family, then left to go out on his own. In America, that was possible, much more than it would be in Ireland. Somehow, he would have to spend a bit more time with Bobby and explore his background and character. A vague germ of an idea had begun to nibble at his plans, one that included the younger man as a part of the small circle of Doyle and Fiona and a few trusted employees. For now, though, he was not sure what place would be appropriate for the youthful mule man. Before he could make an offer or a suggestion, he had to know a lot more.

When they rode into the ranch yard, Bobby dismounted at once and dropped Beano’s reins. Doyle knew the mule would stand there as surely as if he were tied. Meanwhile, Bobby went to Powwow’s head and held her still while Liam came and lifted Fiona down from her perch. She was laughing as she flung an arm around the big man’s neck.