Page 5 of Boss and Brat

Mr. Evans straightened, clearing his throat as if he regretted letting that much slip. “So,” he said, tone snapping back into something firmer, “that’s why I need you watching him. On and off the ranch.”

Carter didn’t say anything right away. He just sat there, letting Mr. Evans’s words settle like dust in a quiet room. Inside, though, things shifted.

He’d heard ranchers grumble about their offspring before—lazy, obstinate, good-for-nothing—but this situation struck him as different. The way Mr. Evans talked… it wasn’t just anger. It was fear wearing a tough face. A man trying to sound in control when he’d already lost the reins.

Carter felt it in the pauses. In the way the man’s jaw tightened when he mentioned Ethan wandering off. In the way his voice dipped when he said he wouldn’t hear it from him. Carter leaned back slightly, arms loose, but his mind was working.

He pictured Ethan drifting through chores, leaving tools out, disappearing when things got hard. Not because he didn’t care—but because he didn’t know where he fit. He’d seen that before. Plenty of times. Ranch hands who didn’t know how to stay put. Boys who acted out because they didn’t know how to ask for help. Kids who ran because staying felt worse.

And the more Mr. Evans talked, the clearer it became that Ethan wasn’t the only one struggling. Carter felt a tug ofsomething he didn’t want to name—sympathy, maybe. Curiosity, definitely. A sense that this wasn’t just a job. This was a mess with roots deeper than chores and missed wake-up calls. He kept his face neutral, but inside he was already bracing himself. This would not be simple. This wasn’t going to be clean. And for reasons he couldn’t explain yet, he didn’t mind.

Something about the way Mr. Evans spoke—tight, frustrated, almost pleading—made Carter want to see the boy for himself. Made him want to understand what was going on beneath all that trouble.

He didn’t know Ethan yet.

There was more to the story than a father’s complaints. “What exactly are you asking me to do?”

“I’m offering you a salary increase each month,” Mr. Evans said as he shoved a check across his desk. “In exchange for taking charge of him. Assigning his work. Making sure he does it. Keeping him in line. Put a tracker on both your phones.”

Carter raised an eyebrow at the check. “You want me to babysit your grown son?”

“I want you to make him a man,” Mr. Evans snapped. “He’s living in the empty barn—the green one. He’ll stay there until he pays off his college debt.”

Carter exhaled slowly. The green barn. The one that had housed nothing but old equipment for years.

“Use any means you want to rein him in. Check on him hourly,” Mr. Evans said. “Give him jobs. Long hours. Make sure he doesn’t slack off. He respects strength. He needs someone who won’t let him get away with anything.”

“What do you mean by use of any means to rein him in?”

“Punish him. Whatever you think he needs. When you meet him, you’ll want to whip some sense into him. He’s very defiant. Do whatever he needs to become a man.”

Carter nodded once. “Alright. I can do that.”

Mr. Evans slid a folder across the desk, its crisp surface bearing Ethan’s full name in bold red lettering. “This is everything you’ll need to know about my son. Read it.”

“I will.” He picked the folder up; its weight was surprisingly light in his grasp.

Mr. Evans’s shoulders relaxed a fraction. “After you read his file, visit him at the barn and assign him jobs. Tell him you’re in charge.”

Carter stood. “Will do.”

As he left the office, the weight of the new responsibility settled on him. A troubled kid. A furious father. A barn that wasn’t meant for living.

He stepped back into the sunlight, the motorcycle waiting for him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that this job was going to be a hell of a lot more complicated than Mr. Evans realized.

Carter headed back to his cabin. The quiet of the woods wrapped around him like a familiar coat. He dropped into the chair on his front porch, the boards creaking under his weight, and opened the file Mr. Evans had handed him.

He’d expected a few pages. Maybe a summary. Something simple.

But the folder was thick—too thick—and the more he read, the heavier it felt in his hands.

Every line confirmed what Mr. Evans had warned him about… and then went further. Trouble at school. Fights. Running off. Bad influences. Worse decisions. A kid who’d been left to drift too long without anyone steady to grab hold of him. He read a section labeled lazy and defiant. The man listed each case the kid displayed laziness and defiance.

Carter exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his jaw. He wasn’t just dealing with a stubborn kid. He was dealing with someone who’d never had a real chance to grow into anything. The thought settled in Carter’s chest, heavy but clear. He installed atracking app on his phone and moved it to the front page as per Mr. Evans’s request.

He closed the folder; the pages whispering shut like a promise he’d already made to himself. Carter wasn’t backing down from this responsibility. Not for a second. He was going to make Ethan a man—someone who could stand on his own two feet, someone who didn’t crumble every time life shoved him sideways. Someone who didn’t have to live in chaos just because that’s all he’d ever known. .

Once he read the entire file a second time, he went inside to the living room and burned the folder in his fireplace. On his way out, he grabbed the extra helmet from the closet. If Ethan was going to ride with him—literally or otherwise—Carter was damn well going to make sure he did it safely. And maybe, just maybe, he’d teach the boy a few things along the way.