well, if I don’t wear Tom out with my questions.”
Tom smiled. “I reckon I can put up with you for a while anyway.” He signed for their meal. “For helping with the makeup and letting me bend your ear last night.”
He stood and beckoned. “There’s someone I want you to meet before the event starts.”
She followed him to a rear entrance of the arena and into the maze of pens and alleys holding the bulls for the afternoon’s competition. He stopped beside an enclosure in which a massive cream-colored bull stood half-asleep.
“That’s the bull that bucked you off in New York, isn’t it?” Jo asked.
“Good eye, city girl. Yep, this is Gunslinger. He’s one of the great ones—he’s been on the tour for three years and never been rode. I plan to be the first.” He reached through the bars. “Get over here, you big baby, and let the lady pet you.”
Gunslinger snorted and stuck his nose between the metal rails.
Jo put a tentative hand on the huge head and then scratched behind an ear. The bull closed his eyes and rocked on his feet.
“He’d purr if he could. Want to ride him?” Tom asked with a straight face.
“You’re joking, right? Do I look crazy?”
“Safe as sitting on a pet pony. Safer—ponies are tricky little rascals. He’ll stand just like this until he feels the bull rope tighten up.”
“Will you try to ride him again today?”
“If I get to choose first after the long round. I’ll keep picking him till we get it right.” He gave the bull a final scratch. “Later, buddy.”
“I’ve heard jockeys talk like this about special horses,” she said, “but they’re a team trying to win together. The bulls try to keep you from winning.”
“Well, yeah—but a good bull makes the rider look good, and there’s no feeling in the world like making the buzzer on one like this. To tell the truth, I’d ride for free, with no one watching. When everything’s flowing, it’s the best eight seconds of your life.” He glanced at her from under his hat brim. “You going to put that in your article?”
“I’d like to. Would you mind?”
He shrugged. “I guess not.” He checked his watch. “It’ll start getting busy back here so I’m kicking you out. But we’ll see you before we head back to Colorado.” He walked her to the exit and then turned back into the maw of the building.
* * *
JO FOLLOWED SOPHIE down the steep steps to the fifth row near the chutes and took the seat between her and Mara. Susie and Barbara waved to her while other women one row below turned to look with curiosity. Jo guessed Sophie had already spread the word she was gathering material for a book.
“These are better seats than front row,” Sophie said. “You can see over the rail and you’re not as likely to get dirt kicked in your face.”
“OKC is one of the best events of the season,” Susie said. “Oklahoma is real bull country—you’re seeing all the best buckers here.”
“Including Gunslinger,” Mara said. “My husband is hoping to get on him today.”
“Not my Len,” Sophie said with a laugh. “He’s too smart. He’ll pick a bull he’s got a better chance of riding—let someone else go for the glory.”
“Luis can forget about Gunslinger, Mara,” Susie said. “If Tom gets first pick, he’ll grab him again. Right, Jo?”
Jo shrugged. Even if everyone knew she was here to research a writing project, the wives seemed to assume a more personal relationship between her and Tom Cameron.
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