It was late afternoon when Teddy saw Marco and Mr. Lawson drive up. He was so relieved.
He stayed put, pitching hay to Buller, hoping for Marco to come find him. A few minutes later, he did.
“We’re not fired?” Teddy asked, his voice hoarse with trepidation.
“No, Teddy. I haven’t been able to be honest with you. Let’s go to your room.” The taller man put his arm around Teddy’s shoulder as they walked. “My family owns a wool company, Lanas de Barini. When Mr. Lawson decided to sell, they sent me here to have a look. Mr. Lawson knew, but he said nothing so I’d get an honest view of everything. Yesterday, my uncle agreed to buy the ranch. The Lawsons can live here as long as they want, but I’m the foreman now.”
They reached Teddy’s room and went inside. Marco put both of his arms on Teddy’s shoulders. “Teddy, I’m the one who fired Roy. For being bad to the horses and bad to you.”