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terms.”

      “Are you planning on going back?”

      I nodded, although I hadn’t handed in the forms to reapply after my medical leave of absence. “What have you been doing since I saw you last?” I asked.

      “I took some music theory and sports psychology courses at the University of Calgary.”

      “Great. You’ll be able to diagnose me when you finish your degree.”

      She laughed. “I think I can already do that.”

      “Really? You think you’ve got me all figured out?”

      “Yeah, I do.” She threw the hoof pick in the grooming tray. “I think I have your brother figured out too.”

      “I doubt that. There’s a whole team of professionals who haven’t been able to figure him out.” I turned out of habit as if I was going to spit.

      Her eyebrows angled together, and she tilted her head when I didn’t actually spit. “You’re not chewing tobacco.”

      “I quit.”

      “Really?” She sounded legitimately surprised.

      “Yeah, some girl told me it was repulsive.”

      She laughed, and seemed a bit smug that I took her advice. “Have you quit saying ain’t too?”

      “Only hicks say ain’t.”

      She rested her cheek against Harley’s cheek as she massaged his neck. “Do you always take other people’s advice?”

      Usually, no. I gave Harley a pat, wondering why I had taken her comments about me being hick to heart. I didn’t have an explanation, but she was waiting for me to respond, so I stole her comment from before. “Only if they’re right.”

      I meant for it to be funny, but it didn’t make her laugh. It seemed to make her get lost in thought. Her sister Lee-Anne bounced up and shoved me in the shoulder to interrupt. “Billy Ray Ryan, did you really buy a barrel horse for Tawnie Lang?”

      Shae-Lynn frowned and ducked under the rope to brush Harley’s other side. I glanced at Lee-Anne. “Who told you that?”

      “Who didn’t tell me that? Everybody’s gossiping.”

      “There’s nothing to gossip about. Tawnie’s just trying her out for the weekend. If she doesn’t win, Stella goes back to Ron.”

      “So, if she wins, you’re going to buy the horse?”

      I pulled the brim of my hat down and kicked at the dirt. “Well, I have to.”

      Shae-Lynn threw the brush in the grooming tray and walked behind the horse trailer where I couldn’t see her. Lee-Anne shook her head in a consolatory way as if she thought I was the stupidest person on the planet. My phone buzzed with a text. It was from Tawnie.

      “I have to go.” I stepped around Harley to see where Shae-Lynn went. She wasn’t around. “Tell your sister I said bye.”

      “Yeah. See ya,” Lee-Anne said, more amused than she should have been. It was just business.

      On my way to the arena, Cole, Tyson, and Tyson’s cousin Blake caught up to me. Cole twisted my ear painfully and forced me to lean towards him. “Did you just drop eight thousand dollars on a horse for a chick who you are not only not sleeping with, but you have never even gone on a date with?”

      “Ow. Let go.”

      He released my ear and punched me in the shoulder, hard. “Where are you going to get eight thousand dollars from? I’m not paying for it.”

      “Don’t worry about it. She has to win for the sale to go through.” I turned to look at Blake, who I hadn’t seen since I used to compete in the bigger rodeos. “What are you doing on this circuit?”

      “I broke my collarbone. I decided to hang out with you sorry ass excuses for cowboys for a while and give my big cousin some pointers.” He mussed up Tyson’s hair.

      “Watch it or I’ll break your other collarbone,” Tyson warned.

      Tawnie and Stella were setting up in the alley as we walked over to the ring. They took off from the gate and she ripped around the first barrel. All four of us stepped forward and leaned on the fence to watch. She turned the second barrel with no air between and actually gained momentum. She skimmed the last barrel and then let the reins out and kicked home. We all looked up at the clock.

      The contents of my stomach turned.

      Cole and the Wiese boys laughed.

      “Looks like you bought your girl a fast pony,” Cole said as he slapped my shoulder. “Better go find eight grand somewhere.”

      “Shit.”

       Chapter 3

      Cole was thrown on his first two outs, so he didn’t qualify for the finals. We had to stay until Sunday, though, to find out whether I was going to owe Ron Miller eight thousand dollars that I didn’t have for a horse I didn’t want. I’d already asked around to see if anyone was in the market to buy a barrel racing horse, but nobody was. Shae-Lynn was leading Tawnie going into the championship round, so I wasn’t too concerned. Stella was fast though. She was almost too fast for Tawnie’s riding ability. If Shae-Lynn rode her, they’d definitely be able to tear it up on the bigger circuits.

      Cole and the Wiese boys weaved through the crowd, making their way up to where I was sitting in the grandstand. “You look like you’re going to throw up.” Cole laughed and sat down next to me. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to do stupid impulsive things.”

      “It must run in the family.” I tugged on my shirt collar to try to relieve the strangling feeling in my throat. The more I thought about it, the more I realized what a bonehead decision it had been. If Tawnie won and I didn’t find a buyer before the weekend was over, I’d have to come up with the eight thousand for Ron and extra to transport, board, and feed the horse.

      “What’s the plan if she wins?” Cole asked. “Are we going to make a run for it?”

      “I’ll find a buyer, eventually, but she’s not going to win. Shae-Lynn was looking good in practice.”

      He smiled as if he wasn’t so sure about that and watched Lee-Anne entertain the crowd with her trick riding.

      Tyson tilted his head as she rode hanging upside down off the side of her saddle. “How does she bend like that?”

      “I bet she’s bendy in all sorts of ways,” Blake said. “That is a definite asset.”

      “Forget it,” Cole told him. “She has a boyfriend back home.”

      “I bet she does.” He smiled in a sleazy way. “Look at that flexibility.”

      When she finished, they all stood up hooting and hollering. The rest of the crowd wasn’t really paying that much attention. They were mostly only there to see the bulls that were coming up later. When the ground crew entered the arena to set up the barrels, I shifted around on the bench, looked up, and prayed, “Come on, Shae-Lynn.”

      Unfortunately, Tawnie and Shae-Lynn were the last two of eight riders, so I had to sit there trying not to puke through the other ones. When the silhouette of Tawnie mounted on Stella entered the alley, I had to close my eyes. I didn’t want to wish her any bad, but I really hoped she would make a mistake. I opened one eye and peeked. Stella took off as if she’d been struck in the butt by lightening. Tawnie had to fight to get her to slow down enough to get around the first barrel. They flew around the next two barrels. When she ran home, I literally felt a blast of air as they raced by us.

      “Yee haw!” the announcer

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