“Clayton Delong? Is he related to you?”
She looked up. Suddenly, the air between them thickened with awareness. Her eyes drifted toward his mouth. Swallowing, she said, “He was my dad’s grandfather. The rodeo has always been connected with my family, but as time has gone on, others in the community have bought in. When our rodeo combined with the Harding County rodeo, the Delong share diminished, but Dad still sits on the board.”
Her interest in the rodeo suddenly took on a different dimension. This was family heritage. He could respect that and admire it, but he hoped he’d read her right and she’d work to make this redo a success and not want to make it about the Delong name. So far, she’d indicated she wanted the rodeo’s success, but he’d been fooled before, so he knew not to let his heart lead the way. That didn’t stop his heart from pounding at her nearness. He was here only to fix the rodeo, nothing more.
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “So this is in your blood.”
“It is. But since the rodeo merged with the Harding County one, our family has not been as involved. Plus, I’ve been away at school and competing in barrel racing on weekends elsewhere, so I’ve not been here. Dad’s called me and told me about the problems, but that’s ancient history. Let’s talk about your plan and how to implement it. And, if it needs to be tweaked, we can see about that.”
Well, if he thought she’d back off, he realized he was mistaken. But he wasn’t fazed in the least.
She opened the massive tote she had with her and pulled out his proposal, a notebook and several pens, setting them on the table. “I’m ready.”
He knew a challenge when he saw one. “Let me get my papers.”
She smiled in a way that indicated this wasn’t going to be easy. She would have her say. When he walked back into the room, he had his notebooks and her proposal.
She pointed to her proposal. “Why do you have that?”
“I found it in here when I was looking for the financial records for the losing years of the rodeo, and I wanted to read it.”
“And?”
“I thought you had some good ideas, so let’s discuss how we can incorporate them into my plan.”
The corners of her mouth curled up. “Did you find the records for last year?”
“No, and I’d like to see those, to find out where the money was spent.”
“My father, as a board member, has a copy of those records, but they’re at home.”
Erin stood and walked out to Lisa’s desk in the reception area. “Do you know where the financial records are for the past several years?” Sawyer heard Erin ask.
“They are in Mel’s office.”
“Could we see them for the last year?”
“Sure, I’ll get them.”
Erin appeared back in the boardroom. Before they could get started, Lisa stood in the doorway. “Those records are not in Mel’s office. I have last year’s numbers on a flash drive in my desk. I’ll bring it to you.”
Several minutes later she reappeared. “I can’t find the flash drive, either. It’s not in my desk.”
Sawyer met Erin’s gaze.
“Lisa, that’s okay,” Erin reassured her. “If you find either the hard copy or your flash drive, let us know.”
Once they were alone, Sawyer said, “That doesn’t speak well of the record keeping around here.”
Erin shook her head. “It’s not Lisa’s fault.”
“Then where are the documents?”
“You’ll need to talk to Mel. He’s the one in charge.”
So Mel was in charge of the documentation? The only reason Sawyer could think of everything disappearing was that Mel had something to hide.
* * *
For the balance of the morning, Erin and Sawyer went over his proposal page by page as they sat in the conference room. Erin wanted to understand his thinking and how he planned to execute his ideas. She’d prepared herself to argue her viewpoint, but much to her surprise, Sawyer didn’t discount her opinion. He listened to her suggestions, considered modifying his plans, questioned her reasoning, then they came to a consensus. She welcomed his reasonable reaction, so different from Mel and some of the other men she’d dealt with in town.
“So, are you using some of the local residents in this rebuilding?” Erin asked.
“Is there a cement contractor in town?”
He knew there wasn’t but wanted to make his point.
“No, we both know that, but there are local artisans who are excellent welders, and iron workers who know how to make the rodeo grounds more appealing for the visitors and horses. They could do some of the smaller projects. They’d welcome the work, and their hearts would be in the game.”
Leaning back in his chair, he studied her. “I had planned on using larger companies out of Albuquerque for the main infrastructure components. But I’d like to encourage local craftsmen to bid on some of the smaller projects. I thought I’d add to the rodeo web page a list of the jobs that need to be done.” Sawyer picked up his pen and tapped it against the table. “I have a budget I need to stick to, Erin. I don’t think the board wants any overruns.”
He had a valid point.
“But you might not reach all the local craftsmen. One of the local iron workers refuses to use the internet.”
“So, if I wanted to advertise for local iron workers and other people to hire, where would I do that?”
She blinked. Her mind had geared up to argue for the local residents, and he’d short-circuited her brain. Again.
The glint in his eyes caught her attention. “Bob Rivera is the man who knows everyone in this county and the surrounding counties. We could walk down to his store and ask him. Or, better yet, we could list the jobs, post it in his store and ask for bids. It’s not modern and high-tech, but some of the artisans prefer face-to-face business deals.”
“I like that idea. Why don’t we make that list, then go over to Bob’s and post it? The sooner we fill the contracts, the sooner we get to work.”
For the next few minutes they worked on Sawyer’s laptop creating the job list. She’d been impressed he didn’t ask the secretary or her to do it, but did it himself. Too often, she’d seen the guy in charge think the underlings should do the work.
“I should’ve had you type my econ paper.” She laughed. “You’re faster than I am. I flunked keyboarding in school and did the hunt and peck method my dad does. Why, even Tate is faster than me.”
He chuckled, then saved the file and hit Print. Then he walked to Lisa’s desk and waited for the printer to spit out the list, but nothing happened.
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