A loud snort was heard as the last of the cowboys came into the kitchen. Plates of food sat untouched on the table, ranch hands staring at their breakfast. Rummaging around in the cook’s fridge was forbidden but he’d take one for the team if he had to.
“Got any onions, garlic, hot sauce?”
“Stay out of my fridge!”
“No offence, ma’am, but if you expect us to eat this sh..stuff, maybe dress it up. How 'bout with tortilla, beans, bacon, and eggs? Never heard of just avocado on toast.”
Sobs choked her words.
“That’s all there is.”
Click Ann Edall-Robson
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