She noted, as they sat around the table with the hands after breakfast, that Paul had only told everyone they were going to Wheatland and Gun Barrel. She also noticed that when he left their bedroom, he had strapped on his gun.His eyes followed her gaze, and he rubbed gently at the frown between her eyes. “Just insurance, sport.” They went down the stairs together, his hand on her shoulder. “Walk with me?”“Always.”He chuckled. “Just as far as the horse barn today: last-minute instructions for the next-in-command.”“Which would be Matt, since he's your new foreman,” Julia reminded her husband.“Nope. You're the executive officer of this cowpunching corporation. Matt has his instructions, which he will tell you every morning. Yours are to see that he follows them. He'll make a full report each evening over supper. Ask him all the questions you want.”She nodded. “I can do that.”They stopped by the horses and watched Doc swing into the saddle. “Doc said he has a few orders of his own,”
