Derrick stared at the man. "I'm a guest here! I'm supposed to be here enjoying myself, not working like one of the ranch hands!"
Bud shrugged. "You want to be buff? Do what I say and you'll get what you want. But there's an easy way to get beefed up. All you have to do is go out that door over there. No effort at all. I can't say I'd go there, but I'm not afraid of a little work."
"I'm not afraid of work!" Derrick picked up the muck rake and scowled. The place stank of sweat, piss, and horse manure, with undertones of hay and dust. "How do I do it?"
Bud laughed. "I heard of stoopid, but you can't even figure out how to shovel shit?" He pointed to the soiled straw. You move that." he turned and pointed out the back to a large pile of old straw and manure. "And put it out there. Then spread a bag of fresh shavings around the floor. The bags are over there." He pointed to some huge plastic bags. "If you can't manage that, then go out that door I showed ya."
Derrick seethed. This guy was treating him like hired help, not a paying guest. He should tell his parents. Or find this guy's boss and complain.