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rodeo the first time when I was maybe three years old. I must have enjoyed it, because we went to more. I suppose I picked up the lingo along the way and probably asked a million questions.”
    Dusty would have been surprised to learn she hadn’t asked questions. “You miss him, don’t you?”
    Kate stared straight ahead and pressed her lips tightlytogether, then nodded. Dusty recognized her pain and turned his attention to the arena.
    “There he is,” Kate said, pointing to the rider in the chute. “There’s Shawn.”
    Dusty looked across the arena and spied Tanner’s nephew getting ready for his ride. “Yeah, that’s him.”
    At the rider’s command, the chute opened and the cowboy bounced out on the back of the bucking horse. Even for Dusty, the eight-second ride seemed to last an eternity, but Shawn stayed on until the buzzer.
    “Not bad,” Kate said.
    “He could still use a little practice, especially with the spurring, but he’ll get there. He definitely has what it takes.”
    “With a champion for an uncle, he has the support he needs.”
    Support, or the lack of it, was something Dusty knew a lot about. His mother had never supported his father’s love of rodeo. In fact, her complaints about him never being home had driven him away. Dusty had been only four years old, but he remembered the fights, the slamming doors, and his father walking out the door. He had wanted to be just like his dad, and eventually he had followed in his footsteps, even down to a failed marriage for the same reasons. Dusty had thought his young wife had understood what rodeo would mean, but they were both too young and selfish. He bore her no grudge. It was as much his fault as hers. Hadn’t he seen it happen with his parents? He wouldn’t make that mistake again. In fact, he intended to be better than his father and had already proved he was, at least in the world of rodeo. His father hadn’t ridden for years, and the last Dusty hadheard, was selling used cars in Norman. That wasn’t what Dusty had in mind for himself.
    “Why don’t I get us something to drink?” he said, turning to Kate, who was watching the excitement in the arena.
    She leaned down and grabbed her bag. “I’ll go with you.”
    He shook his head. “Just sit tight and enjoy.”
    “But—”
    He didn’t bother to explain why he needed to go alone. It was a man’s responsibility to do those little things, and Kate might not understand that. In fact, he thought with a chuckle, she would insist that it wasn’t.
    While he waited in line at the concession stand, he could hear the announcement for the next rider over the loudspeaker, but he didn’t recognize the name. It made him more eager to get the okay from his doctor so he could go back to competing. He wasn’t one to stay long in one place.
    Feeling impatient, he pulled his hat lower over his eyes to block out the sun. He was hot. He was tired. The air was thick with suffocating humidity. Except for that, he was enjoying the day. But he felt a headache coming on, something that had only started happening after the last concussion, and reminded himself to mention it when he saw his doctor.
    “Hey, Dusty! You made it!”
    He turned to see Tanner’s nephew walking toward him. “Shawn, how’s it going?”
    The fifteen-year-old shrugged his shoulders. “Did you see my ride?”
    Dusty recognized Shawn’s disappointment in hismediocre score. “It wasn’t all that bad, Shawn. It takes more than a year or two of competing to get those higher scores. You know that.”
    Shawn’s laugh lacked humor. “I scored an eighty-one on the first one, but that second bronc I drew was more than I could handle.”
    “It’ll get better. Is Tanner here?” Dusty asked, looking around.
    “Wyoming was getting cranky, so Tanner and Jules took him to the pickup as soon as my ride was over,” Shawn explained. “I guess eight-month-old babies don’t like all the heat and humidity. Jules has her hands full with