buck?” Dixie knelt down and looked up under the animal’s stomach.
“What are you doing?” Jenna giggled. “Checking out his manly business?”
“No,” Dixie snorted. “Well, sorta. I’ve heard they tie something around their testicles before they enter the chute to be ridden. Is that true?”
“No, it’s not.” Jenna smirked. “There’s a strap that’s wrapped under their flank that they don’t like, no animal wants their underbelly messed with, it makes them feel vulnerable.”
“Hmmm, okay.” She stood up. “I still can’t believe you want to ride bulls. Isn’t trick riding risky enough for you?”
“Nope,” Jenna tossed her hair over her shoulder. “I love to live dangerously.” Why else would she have fallen in love with Logan Gray?
* * *
“I can’t believe this,” Logan said, standing up straighter on the steps of the fire engine, gazing at the inferno before him. He and his men had no more than returned to town from training at Texas A&M when they were called to assist in fighting a fire the likes they’d never seen. By the time they arrived, the home was engulfed in white hot flames. As quickly as possible, the firefighters unfurled their hoses and went to work.
“Logan!”
He looked up to see Titan Sloan coming toward him. “This is a bad one. They think Faye Williams is still inside. We’ve got the front; you all work the back.”
Logan nodded. “Got it.” He hurriedly directed everyone into place.
“Chief, there’s no saving this one.” Ronan called, gazing at the flames shooting up into the sky.
“There’s a woman in there!” Logan shouted. “We have to try.” He moved around to the south side of the house, the side that was closer to another structure in danger of catching fire. A crowd of onlookers was gathering, some people even pulling their cars over to gawk. “Someone get these folks out of here!”
Going as close as he could, Logan tried to gauge the possibility of getting into the house through the back door. As he neared, a window exploded, sending shards of glass out into the yard, the razor sharp shrapnel dancing next to him on the concrete sidewalk.
“Chief!”
Logan turned to the rear of the burning home, Chris was trying to pull a propane tank away from the blaze. “Get back! Get back!” He yelled at his man even as he ran forward. “Better to let it blow than…” Logan watched in horror, knowing the gas was highly flammable. Chris followed his order, but neither of them were far enough away when the explosion came.
CHAPTER THREE
The roar of the crowd, as a bull-dogging team made a successful run, was deafening. Jenna had to stop talking until the noise died down. Laramie took advantage in the lull of their conversation to eat the last of her hot dog.
“I just can’t get over how good you are.” Jenna continued. “You’re giving those men a run for their money.”
“I hope so.” Laramie took a sip of lemonade. “I’m not the first, you know. I think my name’s been bandied about a lot, but a lot of other very brave women paved the way.”
“Really? I had no idea.” Jenna hung on Laramie’s every word.
“Yea, Polly Reich rode about four years ago. She received a lot of flak for being a woman and having the nerve to participate in a male dominated sport. Her denigrators killed her dog, sabotaged her truck so it would break down, then waylaid her and beat her up – just because they didn’t think she should be allowed to ride bulls and compete against men.”
Jenna’s mouth flew open. “How horrible! Do you ever have any trouble?”
“No.” Laramie said, with a somber expression. “Thankfully, I haven’t. And you won’t either. Things have changed, thanks to some pioneers in the sport. But I can give you a piece of valuable advice.”
“What’s that?”
“You have everything you need to win. This isn’t a sport about strength.” At Jenna’s questioning look, Laramie picked up her