"As far as anyone needs to know, I'm just the hired help. I don't want you telling anyone who I really am."
No Problem, Fred. Your secret is safe with me."
Rachel Pickens was the realtor that handled Fred's purchase of the ranch. So long as she didn't give him away, he'd be just an ordinary caretaker without two dimes to rub together instead of a wealthy ranch owner.
Fred settled into ranch life and enjoyed the new lifestyle. He told the foreman that he talked to the owner each week for direction and he accepted Fred's authority. There really wasn't much to manage. Fred settled into a comfortable routine. He'd get up, do a few calisthenics and shower before driving into town for a hearty breakfast. He'd do a few errands and then return to the ranch for a nap before riding inspection on the herds. By this time Fred had worked up a raging appetite so he drove back into town for dinner. Then he'd head back home for a nightcap watching sports on TV.
Then came the first snow of the season and Fred was snowed in for a week. He nearly starved to death because he never bothered to stock up with food. This would never do. He needed to plan for being stranded. He needed
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