“Pa, do we have to this year? I’ll just get behind on my chores again because I’m too busy watching them troubled kids,” Kent complained as he sat on his horse, riding next to his dad as the approached the barn from the pasture.

The old man didn’t say anything as he looked ahead to see the car approach. Every year, they allowed “trouble” kids to stay at the ranch and work. This year they had four different kids, ranging from 11 to 17. Kent’s sister, Anna Lee, was already at the front. “Go on with your sister.”

Kent nodded, hopping off his horse and walking to her.