"Arrange for supplies to be delivered every day. You'll have to write up a schedule for the men. Have Cookie plan a menu this afternoon." Frank's eyes widened. He looked as if someone had just run over his favorite dog. "Boss, you're not taking Cookie with you." It was more of a plea than a question. "No one else can cook for shit. What am I supposed to feed them?" "But without Cookie, one of the boys will have to cook for those of us left behind." "There's enough stuff frozen to get everyone through a week." "Ah, jeez." Frank's shoulders slumped. "Why'd you have to take Cookie with you?" Zane ignored the question. Frank knew he was stuck on the ranch. With Zane gone, Frank would be in charge. "I'll have the two-way radios with me. With the new tower in place, you'll be able to reach me any time." Frank was still grumbling about losing the ranch cook for a week. "Want to trade?" Zane asked flatly. His foreman pressed his lips together. They both knew taking ten novice riders out on a fake cattle drive through wilderness was nothing short of five kinds of hell. June weather was usually good, but there was always the possibility of a freak snowstorm, a sizable flash flood, spooked cattle, bears, runaway horses, snakebite and saddle sores. Frank slapped him on the back. "You have a fine time out there, boss. The boys and I will keep things running back here." "Somehow I knew you were going to say that."