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own.”
“What are you going to do to fix this?” Mustang asked the question Skeeter had asked himself a hundred times. This time, he had a possible answer.
“I figured I’d look up my old bull-riding teacher, Cooper Holbrook. He’s still in town. He was the first guy to put me up on a bull. Said I was a natural.” It was a good memory. One he’d always have, no matter what happened.
“I don’t know about that, kid.” Slade shook his head. “You know what happened with Cooper, don’t ya?”
“No, what happened?” Skeeter frowned. His mother had just seen Cooper’s truck in town. How could anything have happened to him?
“I heard he gave up teaching. Even totally got rid of all his stock. Took up drinking instead.”
Skeeter’s eyes widened at that revelation. “Why? He was so good at teaching.”
“Not exactly sure. I heard something happened with his partner he couldn’t get over.” Slade shrugged.
This news was more than Skeeter could handle. But it sounded too unbelievable anyway. There were always rumors in this business. The better the rider, the worse the talk. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. And he’d make a point to visit Cooper’s place as soon as he got home.
So deep in his own head, Skeeter barely listened as the conversation continued around him.
“If we do all try to get together, the thing we have to consider is where would we ride?” Chase looked from one guy to another. “We need a stock contractor willing to let us get on some practice bulls.”
“And someplace that either has room for us to camp out there, or a cheap hotel nearby since it seems some of us will be traveling a distance.” Garret staring pointedly at Skeeter made him feel even more guilty they were all changing their plans for this break just to help him.
“You guys don’t have to do—”
“Shut up. We’re doing it.” Aaron cut Skeeter off. “Now let’s think. Who’s in the area who’s got decent bucking bulls and would be willing to let us get on them?”
“Butch Davis’s place is in western Mississippi. That’s pretty central.”
The mention of Butch’s place made Skeeter pay more attention. Riley would be there, which would be no hardship. But so would Butch, and his glare alone could scare the hell out of Skeeter and most of the other guys. He couldn’t even imagine asking the guy for a favor, such as if a bunch of guys could just practice on his prize-winning buckers.
Skeeter decided he better say something before one of these nut cases whipped out a cell phone and called to ask him. “Butch is a big-time contractor. I mean, he’s raised seven out of the last ten bulls of the year. He wouldn’t let us just come there and hop on them.”
“Sure, he will.” Mustang let out a snort. “Maybe he won’t let us get on Renegade. That bull’s worth too much and he can’t risk him getting injured in the practice pen, but some of the younger stock? The green ones he’s hoping to put in competition in a year or two, hell yeah. He probably can’t find enough riders to take ’em out for a spin.”
“Well, you can ask him, Mustang. I’m thinking I’d better not. He caught me just looking in Riley’s direction this weekend and I thought he was gonna pull out a shotgun and run me off.” Aaron shook his head, laughing. “I can’t imagine he’s gonna want us there at his place with her around.”
That Aaron had been looking at Riley was an interesting fact. One that made Skeeter feel something he hadn’t thought about before when it came to her—his competitive side kicking in. He guessed before he’d always assumed they were all in the same boat when it came to Riley. She was cute and also totally off limits, so no one had a shot. But then she’d given him her number, which meant what? Probably nothing. Still, knowing Aaron had his eye on her almost made Skeeter a little jealous. Just what he needed, more emotions flying around in him. As if he
“What are you going to do to fix this?” Mustang asked the question Skeeter had asked himself a hundred times. This time, he had a possible answer.
“I figured I’d look up my old bull-riding teacher, Cooper Holbrook. He’s still in town. He was the first guy to put me up on a bull. Said I was a natural.” It was a good memory. One he’d always have, no matter what happened.
“I don’t know about that, kid.” Slade shook his head. “You know what happened with Cooper, don’t ya?”
“No, what happened?” Skeeter frowned. His mother had just seen Cooper’s truck in town. How could anything have happened to him?
“I heard he gave up teaching. Even totally got rid of all his stock. Took up drinking instead.”
Skeeter’s eyes widened at that revelation. “Why? He was so good at teaching.”
“Not exactly sure. I heard something happened with his partner he couldn’t get over.” Slade shrugged.
This news was more than Skeeter could handle. But it sounded too unbelievable anyway. There were always rumors in this business. The better the rider, the worse the talk. He wouldn’t believe it until he saw it with his own eyes. And he’d make a point to visit Cooper’s place as soon as he got home.
So deep in his own head, Skeeter barely listened as the conversation continued around him.
“If we do all try to get together, the thing we have to consider is where would we ride?” Chase looked from one guy to another. “We need a stock contractor willing to let us get on some practice bulls.”
“And someplace that either has room for us to camp out there, or a cheap hotel nearby since it seems some of us will be traveling a distance.” Garret staring pointedly at Skeeter made him feel even more guilty they were all changing their plans for this break just to help him.
“You guys don’t have to do—”
“Shut up. We’re doing it.” Aaron cut Skeeter off. “Now let’s think. Who’s in the area who’s got decent bucking bulls and would be willing to let us get on them?”
“Butch Davis’s place is in western Mississippi. That’s pretty central.”
The mention of Butch’s place made Skeeter pay more attention. Riley would be there, which would be no hardship. But so would Butch, and his glare alone could scare the hell out of Skeeter and most of the other guys. He couldn’t even imagine asking the guy for a favor, such as if a bunch of guys could just practice on his prize-winning buckers.
Skeeter decided he better say something before one of these nut cases whipped out a cell phone and called to ask him. “Butch is a big-time contractor. I mean, he’s raised seven out of the last ten bulls of the year. He wouldn’t let us just come there and hop on them.”
“Sure, he will.” Mustang let out a snort. “Maybe he won’t let us get on Renegade. That bull’s worth too much and he can’t risk him getting injured in the practice pen, but some of the younger stock? The green ones he’s hoping to put in competition in a year or two, hell yeah. He probably can’t find enough riders to take ’em out for a spin.”
“Well, you can ask him, Mustang. I’m thinking I’d better not. He caught me just looking in Riley’s direction this weekend and I thought he was gonna pull out a shotgun and run me off.” Aaron shook his head, laughing. “I can’t imagine he’s gonna want us there at his place with her around.”
That Aaron had been looking at Riley was an interesting fact. One that made Skeeter feel something he hadn’t thought about before when it came to her—his competitive side kicking in. He guessed before he’d always assumed they were all in the same boat when it came to Riley. She was cute and also totally off limits, so no one had a shot. But then she’d given him her number, which meant what? Probably nothing. Still, knowing Aaron had his eye on her almost made Skeeter a little jealous. Just what he needed, more emotions flying around in him. As if he
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