eleven.â
Hannah gave a little sigh. When she was eleven, sheâd done something similar. Michelle had been a cranky baby and sheâd helped to take care of her when Delores had needed a break. But that had been only for an hour or so, a couple of times a week. Hannah couldnât even imagine shouldering the sole responsibility of motherhood at that age. âHow old was your sister?â
âTwo and a half. It wasnât easy, but all the rodeo wives helped. The ones who had kids used to invite Brianna over to play so that I could get some of the housework done. And they were always inviting us over for meals. There was one barrel rider, Missy Daniels, who used to bring us tuna casserole.â
âThat was nice.â
âNo, it wasnât. It was the worst tuna casserole I ever tasted. My stepfather, Sam, said we had to be polite and tell her we liked it, so we did. But that backfired.â
âShe brought you even more of it?â Hannah guessed.
âThatâs right. We had it every Friday night. I still canât stand the sight of a can of tuna. Anyway, between the wives and the single gals who wanted to pick up on Sam, we got along all right. Of course when we wrapped up the season, it was a lot easier.â
âWhy?â Hannah asked, curious about what it would be like to travel with a rodeo.
âWe wintered in Florida with Samâs parents. Bri and I lived with them in Fort Lauderdale. Gram took care of Bri so I could go to school, and Sam spent the winter booking skeleton shows.â Hannah must have looked as confused as she felt, because Ruby hurried to explain. âItâs a pared down show, just the bones. Thatâs why we call it a skeleton show. Itâs really more of a demonstration, and you can put it on in a park, or even a vacant lot.â
âSo your stepdad was the booking agent for the show?â
âThat and everything else. Sam owns the Great Northwestern Rodeo and Carnival. He finally gave up Brahma riding last year after he broke his arm twice, but he still keeps his hand in by doing some trick riding. See that Winnebago parked at the edge of the trees?â
Hannah looked in the direction Ruby was pointing. There was a large Winnebago parked behind the midway, just to the left of the Ferris wheel. âI see it.â
âThatâs where I grew up. Of course I donât live there now. Riggs and I have our own trailer. But Sam still lives there with Brianna. She just got engaged to one of the cowboys. Heâs a Brahma rider and his nameâs Tucker Smith.â
âIt must be a very different sort of life,â Hannah mused, wondering how it would feel to travel with a rodeo.
âOh, it is. We donât stay anywhere for more than a week, and that means we have to be really self-sufficient.â Ruby stopped talking and gazed over Hannahâs shoulder. âSo how about that deep-fried Milky Way? Your motherâs nowhere in sight.â
Hannah laughed. She didnât know how she could possibly manage it after all the sweet dough breads theyâd tasted, but the thought of getting to taste one at last made her mouth start to water. âWellâ¦I really shouldnât but I guessâ¦â Hannah stopped in midsentence when a voice called her name. She turned to see Norman hurrying across the food court toward her, and she gave a little sigh. She was glad to see him. It wasnât that. But this was the second time sheâd been thwarted in her attempt to taste a deep-fried candy bar.
âYou canât eat one right now?â Ruby guessed.
âYou got it,â Hannah said, and then she turned to give Norman a smile as he arrived at her side. It had been several days since sheâd seen him, and it felt good to be with him again.
âAre you going to eat one of those?â he asked, as he arrived at her side.
âNo,â Hannah replied. Norman didnât sound censorious, the
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