They sighed. They looked between one another. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. And Grant didn’t like being woken early in the morning, especially after a long night of scouting for a cattle eating wolf.
“It’s about our daughter, Kim. She’s in some trouble, and we came to you to see if you would be able to help us.”
Grant held the door steady. What the hell could Grant do? He was just an old cowboy...just a rancher who tended to his home and little else. He didn’t know much about college age girls..that was a time long past.
But the Rivers’ eyes pleaded with him like a sorry, sick baby calf. He reluctantly threw open the door. Then he headed to his couch, taking a seat, and deliberating whether he should start the day off with some strong whiskey.
“Come on in. Have a seat.”
That sat across from him. He waited for them to spill their guts. It didn’t take long.
“We’re having trouble with Kim. She was supposed to go to USC last month. She decided not to go. She spends all her time partying. We’re worried about her.”
Mr. Rivers held his wife’s hand. She struggled to get the words out. Grant nodded, unsure what else he could do.
“We don’t know what else to do. We tried everything. That’s why we thought you could help.”
“We were thinking it might be good for her to get acquainted with the realities of life. We thought you were the best bet. What you do here is hard, you’re a hard worker, Grant, you always have been, and you’ve done well for yourself. We want that for Kim.”
“Maybe the fresh air and hard work would do her good.”
“She spends all her time away from home. I used to be just like her, until my father forced me to work on his farm, and that straightened me out. I don’t have a farm now like you know, but you do, and we think you’re our only hope.”