He knew it was Roberta even before he knew the men with her were Webb, Grady, and Carlin. “Benny,” he called. “Get in here.” His Italian cook’s name was Benito, but he preferred Benny. He said it made him feel more American. “What’s wrong, boss?” He was of medium height and build with light olive skin and an unruly shock of black hair. “I’m going to have a guest. A lady. Fix something for her.” “I never cooked for a lady. What should I fix?” “I don’t know.” Nate tried to remember some of the things Pilar had fixed when she and Cade had guests. “How about some cakes? Maybe a custard. Do we have tea?” “This is a cow ranch,” Benny replied. “The men would dump me in the horse trough if I tried to serve them tea. What day is the lady coming?” “She’ll be here in less than ten minutes.”
