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went off with a woman,” Laredo said. “Cissy Kisserton. You should have seen her.”

      “You should have seen him,” Hannah said. “It was like watching a giant tree get felled by one termite.”

      “Oh. I apologize for my brother’s behavior,” Tex said.

      “Is Cissy a Never Lonely Cut-N-Gurl?” Laredo asked.

      “Obviously,” Katy said.

      “Whoa.” He’d have to be very careful to avoid that Venus fly trap. There was a real sensitive issue between the two salons for certain, and it clearly wasn’t all about who gave the better haircut. “By the way, Tex, Cissy was awfully helpful. She says Bloodthirsty Black pulls to the left. And when you lean, he jerks to the right with a midair kick every time.”

      “Does he, now?” Tex eyed the bull speculatively. “And why was the competition being so helpful?”

      Laredo looked at Katy and Hannah. “I guess she just wanted to be nice to the strangers in town.”

      Katy and Hannah made disgusted sounds, gathered up their baskets with the food in them and marched off without a word.

      The parting looks they shot the men spoke loudly, however.

      “You just blew it,” Tex told his twin.

      “What did I say?”

      “First rule of girlhunting—never let a woman you like believe another woman has anything to offer you. Anyway, I’m supposed to be giving you tips on Mr. Bloodthirsty, here, not love. It’s unseemly for a brother to have to coach his twin in things any freshly minted teenage boy knows.”

      Laredo’s heart sank. “Cissy was awfully friendly. I thought she was nice. And she didn’t have to tell us about the trick this old bull plays.”

      “True.”

      “Ranger stuck on her like glue. He didn’t see anything wrong with her, either.”

      “There, then. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

      Laredo frowned. Nothing to worry about except he’d upset Katy, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

      “Pulls to the left, huh?” Tex said. “When I went to the gents’, I noticed the arena was empty. There’s no one around. Let’s sit you up on Bloodthirsty and see exactly how hard he kicks.”

      “Have you lost your mind? I’m not getting up on him.” Laredo eyed the bull, who was pawing at something in his stall as if he were sharpening his hooves for the kill. “Don’t we need about four other men helping us hold him?”

      “If we were loading him in a chute, yeah. But you’re just gonna get up on top of this bull and get used to the feel of him underneath you.”

      Laredo shook his head. “I’ll wait till Saturday.”

      Tex sighed. “Look. It’s not that hard. Watch me.”

      He pulled on his glove and looped a rope around the bull’s neck. The animal snorted, demonstrating his displeasure by slinging his head. Tex jumped up on the top rail, squared himself up, jumped and landed briefly on the bull’s back.

      There was silence for an infinitesimally split second, and then all hell broke loose.

      “I DON’T THINK the Jefferson boys are the men we thought they were,” Katy said to Hannah as they walked home. “Laredo brags, Tex is a ladies’ man and Ranger’s off with the enemy.”

      Hannah nodded. “For a minute I thought Ranger might have liked me. He sure seemed to.”

      Katy’s heart melted at the sound of sadness in Hannah’s voice. “It’s just that darn Cissy Kisserton. She knocks men down at their kneecaps.”

      “But if he’d really liked me, he wouldn’t have even seen her,” Hannah said. “You notice Laredo didn’t so much as shake her hand.”

      Katy brightened a little. “I suppose he didn’t.” Then she faded again. “But he’s still a braggart. If I were to fall for another man, I know I’d want one whose actions match his words.”

      “That may be the impossible holy grail, Katy. All men pad their résumés. So do women.”

      “I don’t.”

      “You do,” Hannah insisted. “I’ve noticed that since Laredo hit town, you’re trying to stand like our competition does. Tush out and breasts stuck forward.”

      Together, they walked up the back-stair entrance of the salon and went upstairs to Katy’s room. “It’s true,” Katy said. “That’s exactly what I was doing. But if I don’t shift things around, I’ll never stand a chance against a girl like Cissy. She’s got all the moves. And it’s only a matter of time before those girls set their aim on Laredo. I just don’t want to be around when they score a bull’s-eye.”

      “Now, now.” Hannah sank onto the bed and stared down at Rose the mouse. “Courage. Laredo seems loftier in morals than most men.”

      “I don’t know. I noticed a marked decrease in loftiness when Cissy came by. We brought picnic baskets, and Cissy brought a tight skirt and high heels.”

      Hannah frowned slightly. “I thought I might like Ranger, but it was one of those moments where you look at someone and see someone they’re not because you want them to be something else. I must be in a needy phase. I’ll have to be more careful.”

      Katy sat beside her, and patted Hannah’s hand. “What happened to daring?”

      “That’s you, not me.” Hannah perked up. “Katy, stand up,” she said.

      Katy complied, her eyes widening when she saw the scissors Hannah picked up from the table. “Not my hair, Hannah,” Katy protested. “I know you’ve been itching to cut it for a long time, but it’s unwise to give up an inch for a man. Truly, short and sassy isn’t me.”

      “It is when you’ve got nice legs you never show,” Hannah said, picking up the hem of Katy’s long dress. She decisively cut up to Katy’s knee.

      “Hannah!”

      “Hold still, I’m gauging your siren potential. I think another two inches,” Hannah murmured, continuing to cut.

      “I’m too short for short dresses,” Katy protested. “I’ll look even more like a baby-faced doll than I do!”

      Hannah tossed the red fabric aside. “Nope,” she said happily. “Now that’s enough to give Laredo whiplash.”

      “Hannah.” Katy knelt down to look into her friend’s eyes. “Listen to me. Laredo Jefferson is the last man I need. He doesn’t fit the description. In fact, in some ways he reminds me of Stanley.”

      Hannah cocked a wry brow. “In what ways? Stand back up so I can gauge the hem length.”

      “Laredo’s ogle-meter. And that’s enough to tell me that he’s not even remotely close to…date material.”

      “Did Stanley ogle Becky before the two of them met like ships passing in the bridal chamber?”

      Katy wrinkled her nose. “Not that I ever noticed. I think that was why I was so shocked.”

      “Something doesn’t add up about that. What made those two suddenly jump in each other’s arms?”

      “My virginity.”

      “No.” Hannah sighed, pulled out a needle from a drawer in Katy’s nightstand and threaded it with red thread. Industriously, she went to work turning up the hem of Katy’s dress by an eighth of an inch. “Linen’s hard to sew by hand,” she murmured. “I’m going to take tiny stitches, so stand very still.”

      “Don’t you need a chalk or tape?”

      “This

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