![]() None of the promoters can give me a good answer.” “Come to think of it… How come you ain’t been supplyin’ none of the animals this season?” “Good to hear.” Jesse frowned and scratched his chin with the back of his leather glove. ![]() “Ain’t doin’ all the work alone, are you?” Been busy takin’ care of ranch business.” “Ain’t seen you around the circuit for a while. The other young buckaroos nodded and gave her an appreciative appraisal. The wiry bronc buster named Jesse grinned at her. Their mommas would’ve been proud at their show of respect.įeel? Hell, she was old enough to be any one of these guys’ mommas. ![]() A couple of the younger fellas even removed their hats. Immediately slouched postures straightened. Gemma jammed her hands in her jeans pockets and sauntered closer to prop a hip against the muddy tailgate. That bronc couldn’ta tossed off a baby blanket.” “I’d rather have a bucker like him than the last one I had. “I didn’t break nothin’, but he shore loosened my jaw so’s I tasted some dirt.”Ī baby-faced kid shoved a plug of tobacco in his cheek. The rodeo announcer’s voice reverberated through the arena stands as he pumped up the crowd for the next event: steer wrestling. Gemma Jansen hung on the edge of the trash-talking bronc riders, waiting for a break in the conversation. ![]() Whoops of cowboy laughter cut through the dusty air. “That horse nearly throwed you clean into the funeral parlor, boy.” ![]()
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