Derrick flushed, embarrassed for jumping so bad. Then he looked around. "A spa? Not really what I expected from a ranch."
"Oh, we gots some manly activities, if a kid like you is up to 'em." Bud chuckled. "I could beef you up a lot, get some muscle on them scrawny bones, if you are willin' to work for a few hours. But I reckon you ain't got the guts to do some real work."
"I'm not a kid!" Derrick flushed again, this time in anger. He did not like being treated like a child, and his family were guests here! "I can do anything you can come up with."
"Follow me, then." Bud strolled off into what looked to be a side room. As he passed through the doorway, Derrick felt a blast of heat and stopped dead. He was in huge stable! Turning back, he found that he had just exited a stall that had no door visible in the back. Bud grabbed a rake with flat splines and tossed to him. "Start mucking. By the time you finish this stable I promise you'll have beefed up like a weightlifter. Just a few hours."