"All the novices looked as if they could be blown off their mounts by a stiff wind. He didn't usually allow for second-guessing, but he was about to make an exception. Deciding to go forward with the cattle drive had been about the stupidest idea he'd ever had. "Ready to go, boss?" Frank asked as he rode up. Zane let his gaze settle on the two kids, then he shook his head. "No, but we're leaving anyway." Frank grinned. "Me and the boys are taking bets on who falls off their horse first. You're gonna have to let us know who it is and when it happens for the pool." Zane pulled his hat down low. For the first time in years, he wanted to be somewhere other than the ranch. Greenhorns. The whole lot of them. Frank and the boys were right. Someone would be tumbling from a horse, and if Zane was lucky, that would be the least of his troubles. "Have fun," Frank said with an expression that announced "better you than me." Zane nodded. "I know you're not much for praying, but you might want to put in a good word with the Almighty." "Sure thing, boss. You're going to need all the help you can get." Zane nodded. "You'll be able to reach me on my cell phone. We'll be staying within range of the towers." "I'll be here." Zane wished he would be, as well. A sharp whistle warned him that his life was about to stampede out of control."