Ice cubes clinked against the glass. Doing his best not to look the part of the concerned parent, he rocked the heels of his boots against a porch that gleamed with a fresh coat of paint. In the practice ring, where missing boards had been replaced, Noelle and Lady blazed out of the starting gate. At the top of the cloverleaf, horse and rider cut the corners so close it was a wonder neither slit a leg wide open on the barrels’ rough edges. “Hee-yah!” His daughter’s voice broke the quiet of a Sunday afternoon at the Bar X. Noelle rounded the last barrel and streaked toward the finish line. “Eighteen seconds!” At the gate, Kelly held up a timer. “Your best yet!” Hank let out the breath he’d been holding. Eighteen seconds would never earn a gold buckle in Las Vegas, but it was certainly good enough to win a blue ribbon at the Junior Rodeo next weekend. He lifted his glass to the rider and her coach. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,”
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