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investigation firm with operatives to search out the information for me.
Finally something had happened.
Could we save the family and stop the murders just by visiting the rodeo? I doubted it. Hopefully Dad, Justin and Tom could find out enough information to get us started. It was kind of nice that it was us and not just me this time. As long as I kept Tom and Dad separated during my investigation, things would work out great.
CHAPTER 6
Sunday morning, Justin was the first to check in.
“Hey, Teach, I’ve got some information for you.”
I took out the yellow pad of paper and said, “Okay, give it to me.”
“Ridgedale’s rodeo is on April 3 rd and 4 th , but the events start on the Tuesday before that.”
“Really, like what?” I asked.
“Local team roping contest on Tuesday, nothing on Wednesday, and then the Miss Ridgedale Rodeo Queen contest on Thursday. Women’s barrel racing and Slack Starts, if they need them, start on Friday.”
I wrote down everything he said, but then stopped and asked, “What’s Slack Starts?”
“According to the Internet, when they have an over flow of contestants in a particular performance, a slack is held.”
“Okay, you explained it and I’m still not sure I understand,” I told Justin.
“I think it’s when they have too many people to compete in a particular event so they hold a semi-final to see who gets to be in the actual rodeo.”
“I get it. What happens on Saturday?”
“The parade starts at nine and then the actual rodeo events begin at 1:30 with a Grand Entry which is like one big pageant, where flag-carrying riders in satin and sequins lead the way. Community leaders, stock show officials, and competitors follow on their own horses, weaving between the first set of riders and filling the entire arena. It sounds pretty cool. After all the rodeo events on Saturday, there is a dance and then Cowboy Church on Sunday morning at the Lagoon. On Sunday afternoon the rodeo events start again with another Grand Entry at 1:30. It finishes that evening around five.”
“Wow, it’s a full schedule,” I said, looking down at the yellow pad. It was filled with information. It felt good . I thought. We were finally moving forward instead of being idle as we had been for so many months.
“That’s for sure. When will you go up there?”
“I can’t be there starting on Tuesday, but I may go on Friday morning. What have you found out about the town?”
“Not much from their one page website. The population is barely 2,000.”
“Where is it?”
“About an hour north of Sacramento.”
“What else did you find out?”
“The only event in that town is the rodeo; I couldn’t find any festivals or other celebrations. I read through several news articles in their local paper, The Ridgedale Reader .”
“Can you send me the link in an email so I can read them, too?” I knew I would never be able to find the newspaper myself. I was definitely computer-challenged.
Silence.
“Justin?” I asked.
“If I send you the link in an email, will you know how to open it?”
“Just click on it the way you showed me, right?”
“The teacher can be taught!” He chuckled.
I laughed with him. “Is there anything else about the town that strikes you as different or unusual?”
“Not really. It’s just a little town in the middle of nowhere. They don’t have any major businesses – only one small grocery store, a vet’s office, post office, a bar, feed store, and a couple of restaurants. Nothing like a Denny’s or Perko’s, just a local café and a Mexican burrito shop.”
“What about a hotel?” I said, thinking I would need a place to stay.
“No hotel or motel, but they do have a small place called the Ridgedale Inn. It’s got ten rooms but I’d bet the pictures on the Internet have been touched up.”
“I’ll call and get a room anyway. I have to stay someplace.”
“I’ve got the website up now on my computer,
Finally something had happened.
Could we save the family and stop the murders just by visiting the rodeo? I doubted it. Hopefully Dad, Justin and Tom could find out enough information to get us started. It was kind of nice that it was us and not just me this time. As long as I kept Tom and Dad separated during my investigation, things would work out great.
CHAPTER 6
Sunday morning, Justin was the first to check in.
“Hey, Teach, I’ve got some information for you.”
I took out the yellow pad of paper and said, “Okay, give it to me.”
“Ridgedale’s rodeo is on April 3 rd and 4 th , but the events start on the Tuesday before that.”
“Really, like what?” I asked.
“Local team roping contest on Tuesday, nothing on Wednesday, and then the Miss Ridgedale Rodeo Queen contest on Thursday. Women’s barrel racing and Slack Starts, if they need them, start on Friday.”
I wrote down everything he said, but then stopped and asked, “What’s Slack Starts?”
“According to the Internet, when they have an over flow of contestants in a particular performance, a slack is held.”
“Okay, you explained it and I’m still not sure I understand,” I told Justin.
“I think it’s when they have too many people to compete in a particular event so they hold a semi-final to see who gets to be in the actual rodeo.”
“I get it. What happens on Saturday?”
“The parade starts at nine and then the actual rodeo events begin at 1:30 with a Grand Entry which is like one big pageant, where flag-carrying riders in satin and sequins lead the way. Community leaders, stock show officials, and competitors follow on their own horses, weaving between the first set of riders and filling the entire arena. It sounds pretty cool. After all the rodeo events on Saturday, there is a dance and then Cowboy Church on Sunday morning at the Lagoon. On Sunday afternoon the rodeo events start again with another Grand Entry at 1:30. It finishes that evening around five.”
“Wow, it’s a full schedule,” I said, looking down at the yellow pad. It was filled with information. It felt good . I thought. We were finally moving forward instead of being idle as we had been for so many months.
“That’s for sure. When will you go up there?”
“I can’t be there starting on Tuesday, but I may go on Friday morning. What have you found out about the town?”
“Not much from their one page website. The population is barely 2,000.”
“Where is it?”
“About an hour north of Sacramento.”
“What else did you find out?”
“The only event in that town is the rodeo; I couldn’t find any festivals or other celebrations. I read through several news articles in their local paper, The Ridgedale Reader .”
“Can you send me the link in an email so I can read them, too?” I knew I would never be able to find the newspaper myself. I was definitely computer-challenged.
Silence.
“Justin?” I asked.
“If I send you the link in an email, will you know how to open it?”
“Just click on it the way you showed me, right?”
“The teacher can be taught!” He chuckled.
I laughed with him. “Is there anything else about the town that strikes you as different or unusual?”
“Not really. It’s just a little town in the middle of nowhere. They don’t have any major businesses – only one small grocery store, a vet’s office, post office, a bar, feed store, and a couple of restaurants. Nothing like a Denny’s or Perko’s, just a local café and a Mexican burrito shop.”
“What about a hotel?” I said, thinking I would need a place to stay.
“No hotel or motel, but they do have a small place called the Ridgedale Inn. It’s got ten rooms but I’d bet the pictures on the Internet have been touched up.”
“I’ll call and get a room anyway. I have to stay someplace.”
“I’ve got the website up now on my computer,
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