But unless cowboying had changed a whole lot in the last few years, this was way more than the usual “room” part of “room and board.” The long, narrow log cabin might’ve been a lowly bunkhouse during an earlier incarnation, but now it sported a modern-day cistern, solar panels, and its own driveway a couple of miles from the main house—though it was closer if you hiked the trail that went over the hill. Inside, the ongoing reno had opened things up with fifteen-foot ceilings and a spiral staircase leading to an enclosed loft. There was a high-end stainless-steel kitchen, a big flat screen over a stone-hearth fireplace, surround-sound speakers tucked into planters that bloomed with greens and purples, and framed landscapes on the walls. The only unfinished bit was the indoor hot tub, which was built into a platform opposite the fireplace, and was surrounded by boxes of tiles and buckets of grout. “All the comforts of home, and then some,” Wyatt announced, coming back into the main room with a towel around his hips and another looped over his neck.
