Diamond in the Rough. Diana Palmer

turned up on a background check. He’s up to his old tricks in Hollister, this time with a young girl just out of high school that he hired to work for him.”

      “Good Lord! He came with excellent references!”

      “He might have them,” John said. “But it wouldn’t surprise me if that wasn’t the first time he lost a job for the same reason. He was giving the girl the eye when I was in there. There’s local gossip that the girl may sue if your manager doesn’t lay off her. There goes your bottom line,” he added dryly.

      “Well, that’s what you get when you’re desperate for personnel,” McGuire said wearily. “I couldn’t find anybody else who’d take the job. I can’t fire him without proper cause, and I just paid to move him there! What a hell of a mess!”

      “You don’t want to sell the business. Okay. How about leasing it to us? We’ll fire Tarleton on the grounds that we’re leasing the business, put in a manager of our own, and you’ll make money. We’ll have you in the black in two months.”

      “And just who is ‘we’?” McGuire wanted to know.

      “My brother and I. We’re ranchers.”

      “But why would you want to lease a feed store in the middle of nowhere?”

      “Because we just bought the Bradbury place. We’re going to rebuild the house, add a stable and a barn, and we’re going to raise purebred young bulls on the place. The feed store is going to do a lot of business when we start adding personnel to the outfit.”

      “Old man Bradbury and my father were best friends,” McGuire reminisced. “He was a fine rancher, a nice gentleman. His health failed and the business failed with him. It’s nice to know it will be a working ranch again.”

      “It’s good land. We’ll make it pay.”

      “What did you say your name was?”

      “Callister,” John told him. “My brother and I have a sizable spread over in Medicine Ridge.”

      “Those Callisters? My God, your holdings are worth millions!”

      “At least.” John chuckled.

      There was a soft whistle. “Well, if you’re going to keep me in orders, I suppose I’d be willing to lease the place to you.”

      “And the manager?”

      “I just moved him there,” McGuire groaned again.

      “We’ll pay to move him back to Billings and give him two weeks severance pay,” John said. “I will not agree to let him stay on,” he added firmly.

      “He may sue.”

      “Let him,” John replied tersely. “If he tries it, I’ll make it my life’s work to see that any skeleton in his past is brought into the light of day. You can tell him that.”

      “I’ll tell him.”

      “If you’ll give me your attorney’s name and number, I’ll have our legal department contact him,” John said. “I think we’ll get along.”

      There was a deep chuckle. “So do I.”

      “There’s one other matter.”

      “Yes?”

      John hesitated. “I’m going to be working on the place myself, but I don’t want anyone local to know who I am. I’ll be known as the ranch foreman—Taggert by name. Got that?”

      There was a chuckle. “Keeping it low-key, I see. Sure. I won’t blow your cover.”

      “Especially to Tarleton and his employee,” John emphasized.

      “No problem. I’ll tell him your boss phoned me.”

      “I’m much obliged.”

      “Before we settle this deal, do you have someone in mind who can take over the business in two weeks if I put Tarleton on notice?”

      “Indeed I do,” John replied. “He’s a retired corporate executive who’s bored stiff with retirement. Mind like a steel trap. He could make money in the desert.”

      “Sounds like just the man for the job.”

      “I’ll have him up here in two weeks.”

      “That’s a deal, then.”

      “We’ll talk again when the paperwork goes through.”

      “Yes.”

      John hung up. He felt better about the girl. Not that he expected Tarleton to quit the job without a fight. He hoped the threat of uncovering any past sins would work the magic. The thought of Sassy being bothered by that would-be Casanova was disturbing.

      He phoned the architect and asked him to come over to the ranch the following day to discuss drawing up plans for a stable and a barn. He hired an electrician to rewire the house and do the work in the new construction. He employed six new cowboys and an engineer. He set up payroll for everyone he’d hired through the corporation’s main offices in Medicine Ridge, and went about getting fences repaired and wells drilled. He also phoned Gil and had him send down a team of engineers to start construction on solar panels to help provide electricity for the operation.

      Once those plans were underway, he made a trip into Hollister to see how things were going at the feed store. His detective had managed to dig up three other harassment charges against Tarleton from places he’d lived before he moved to Montana in the first place. There were no convictions, sadly. But the charges might be enough. Armed with that information, he wasn’t uncomfortable having words with the man, if it was necessary.

      And it seemed that it would be. The minute he walked in the door, he knew there was going to be trouble. Tarleton was talking to a customer, but he gave John a glare that spoke volumes. He finished his business with the customer and waited until he left. Then he walked up to John belligerently.

      “What the hell did your employer tell my boss?” he demanded furiously. “He said he was leasing the store, but only on the condition that I didn’t go with the deal!”

      “Not my problem,” John said, and his pale eyes glittered. “It was my boss’s decision.”

      “Well, he’s got no reason to fire me!” Tarleton said, his round face flushing. “I’ll sue the hell out of him, and your damned boss, too!”

      John stepped closer to the man and leaned down, emphasizing his advantage in height. “You’re welcome. My boss will go to the local district attorney in Billings and turn over the court documents from your last sexual harassment charge.”

      Tarleton’s face went from red to white in seconds. He froze in place. “He’ll…what?” he asked weakly.

      John’s chiseled lips pulled up into a cold smile. “And I’ll encourage your hired girl over there—” he indicated her with a jerk of his head “—to come clean about the way you’ve treated her as well. I think she could be persuaded to bring charges.”

      Tarleton’s arrogance vanished. He looked hunted.

      “Take my advice,” John said quietly. “Get out while you still have time. My boss won’t hesitate a second. He has two daughters of his own.” His eyes narrowed menacingly. “One of our ranch hands back home tried to wrestle a temporary maid down in the hay out in our barn. He’s serving three to five for sexual assault.” John smiled. “We have a firm of attorneys on retainer.”

      “We?” Tarleton stammered.

      “I’m a managerial employee of the ranch. The ranch is a corporation,” John replied smoothly.

      Tarleton’s teeth clenched. “So I guess I’m fired.”

      “I guess you volunteered to resign,” John corrected. “That gets you moved back to Billings at the ranch’s expense,