Adela said, walking up and taking a seat beside Norma Sue. “Aren’t we blessed that Clint has this and has opened it up for our enjoyment?” “I’m certainly glad for the shade. It’s hot enough to fry eggs out there on the concrete,” Esther Mae said as she fiddled with her stadium seat. “That’s the truth,” Norma Sue agreed, fanning herself with her straw hat. “Look, our boy is in the saddle,” she said, glancing at Sheri. Sheri chomped on a piece of chocolate and tried not to show her foul mood. After all, she was supposed to be happy. As far as they knew, she was falling in love with the curmudgeon who had just lowered himself into the chute with what looked like a maniac horse. “Look at the storm that bronc is brewing.” Norma Sue chuckled. “Whew wee! It’s ready for a fight.” Sheri swallowed and felt queasy. The animal did look mean. But Pace’s expression said he was ready for anything the bronc threw at him. Still she felt a bit of trepidation. “This is going to be good,”
