“Maybe not.” Grandpa will kill me for this, Jack thought. “I’m afraid we’re full up in June.”
“Damn! I told my wife to call sooner, but she—”
“Yeah, well, I might be able to help you out, anyway.” Jack switched the phone to the other ear and glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “There’s another dude ranch just a few miles away that might have room for you. It’s the Bar K, and I’m pretty sure you and the missus would really enjoy it….”
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