A Bull Rider's Pride
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“What else?” Phoenix asked again, as if Pax hadn’t spoken.
Paxton sighed. “Phoenix.”
“What else?”
“Her horse’s name is Golden Lady, and the cowboys call Ms. Wilcott Frosty Lady because she’s shot down everyone who’s tried to date her.”
“I know that. What else?”
“Not much. Her friends call her Rosie, but she isn’t very friendly and she stays to herself, which you should do, too. Do you hear me?”
Phoenix couldn’t get that look in her eyes out of his mind. “She must be younger than me, because I don’t remember her in school.”
“Yeah. About four years, I think.” Paxton nailed him with a dark stare. “Why are you curious?”
“I don’t know. There’s just something about her. She seems so sad.”
“Is that why you laid into her like a crazy fool?”
“I didn’t know it was her. I thought it was a guy.”
“Oh, that makes sense. Someone who could punch your lights out. Right before a rodeo, I might add.”
Phoenix tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “What else do you know about her?”
Paxton groaned. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I’m curious. That’s all.”
“I heard down at Rowdy’s beer joint that Ira McCray married her off to a man twice her age. The man was supposed to pour money into the McCray ranch to get it back on its feet. Rosemary filed for divorce a year later and Ira disowned her. I’d say not being able to see your family is a lot to be sad about.”
“Yeah.” Phoenix felt a stab of guilt for being so rude to her. It was just a reflex reaction to everything that was going on in his life. He didn’t want to be taken advantage of anymore.
Paxton opened his door. “Do you want to set up the trailer or check us in?”
Phoenix got out of the truck. “I’ll check us in.” As he passed Rosemary’s vehicle, he thought of going over and apologizing to her. But he knew the last thing she wanted from him was an apology. She wanted revenge, and in the days that followed she would probably find a way to get back at him.
Copyright © 2016 by Linda Warren
ISBN-13: 9781488010286
A Bull Rider’s Pride
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