My Rowdy Cowboy. (3B Ranch Series) Book 2

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**** Beau barged into the building and straight for the office. The look on his face said it all, "What the heck is the problem with my kids now, and where are they?!"

Yancy, who had followed behind him placed a restraining hand on the irate man's shoulder, "Easy, son. Let's hear 'em out."

Topper as always stood silently in the background and leaned against the door frame, his massive arms crossed as he waited for orders. Something told him, he would be getting them and very soon.

Rowdy nodded his greeting, "Kyle is waitin' with Kaylee in the nurse's office."

Beau looked directly at Topper who had just entered. He nodded to Beau and said softly, "I'm on it, Boss." He made a swift turn and left immediately for the nurse's office to check on the kids.

To the staff members, the room now seemed a little less constricting with the huge man's retreat.

Mr. Smidgen jumped out of his chair and pointed to the door. "Who is that man and where does he think he is he going? He has no right to be in this school!"

"That man," Beau stated between clenched teeth, "That man, is one of my best hands who has a deep knowledge of children's illnesses. He also knows my kids and will take a look at Kaylee, and will speak to the nurse. He has as much right to be here as anyone else. And if you look in both my kids files you'll see that he is named as an emergency contact."

Mr. Smidgen scoffed, "There is no need for anyone to check your on daughter, especially a...a..."

The room became very still.. "A ... a... what, Mr Smidgem?"

"Well, I've never seen him here before, and there is nothing wrong with your daughter that requires all this..." He floundered for words before taking a breath and stating, "All this drama. She needs to return to class, and complete her school work without all the theatrics. I don't see any of the rest of the kids faking an illness to get out of class."

Beau's face reddened, "Are you insinuating that my daughter, who undoubtedly has an IQ that leaves yours in the dust is faking? I have already withdrawn one of my daughters from this school because you people refused to follow the ADA dictates to accommodate her disability! This isn't the first time I've had to come deal with the incompetence of this school staff."

Mr. Smidgen's face turned beat red, "Maybe you should teach your children to respect their elders! If your son continues this behavior I'm afraid

I'll have no choice but to suspend him. And as for your ... daughter, she will be writing a five-hundred word essay on respect and truthfulness in the classroom if she keeps faking this supposed illness of hers."

Beau narrowed his eyes, "We'll see about that!" He looked at Rowdy, "Where's the nurses'office?"

"This way," he answered, and the three men walked from the room.

Beau whispered, "Pop, would you wait here and listen?"

The older man nodded, "Be my pleasure, son. Shall I turn on the record function of my phone?"

Beau grinned, "Yeah, Pop, do that for me, and stand here just outside the door. Show me, Rowdy, while we walk, fill me in on what's been happenin'."