“No clue,” Davie replied. “Hopefully not another tour of the fences. It looks like rain and it’s barely noon.”
“When you leave here, you can get a job on a ranch as the official fence inspector.”
“Yeah, right. That and taking care of the garden. Do ranches have gardens?”
They bantered some more about what life on a ranch would be like as they ate. Then, after doing the dishes, Davie took off.
When Ran let him in, Davie saw Slade seated in one of the armchairs and Vin on the sofa. Ran took the second armchair, leaving the other end of the sofa for Davie.
Slade directed his first words to Davie. “There’s a job that needs to be done and it’s up to you and Vin to carry it out.”
Nervous, Davie almost replied, “We need another garden?” Wisely, he refrained, only asking, “What sort of job?”
“A small group of men is preying on the homeless.”
“And this is new why?” Davie said dourly.