At least forty men had shown up to practice for the jackpot next weekend. The majority of them were bull riders, the rest bronc riders. Family members or girlfriends tagged along, bringing ice chests and folding chairs and lap blankets to ward off the chill. Those who didn’t gather around the low...
“Thanks.” She tugged the bulky garment over her head, then freed her hair from the neck hole. The long sleeves hung past her wrists and the hem nearly to her knees. Clay thought she looked pixieish and rather cute. Like the time she’d worn an old work shirt of his with nothing underneath but a te...