Chapter 71

Rio saw a young man, not particularly tall, about Rio’s size, cute, and slender. He was wearing a black sleeveless tee which showed he was in pretty good shape. The guy was talking to a lady who was inside the tack area in the front of the rig.

“There’s a horse in my stall, Merry,” he was saying.

“Did you check the numbers on the stall assignment sheet?” the woman, apparently Merry, asked.

“Yes, we’re supposed to have stalls 6 through 12 in Barn B. I have stall 8B.”

Rio walked up.

“Hi,” he said. “There a problem here?”

“Yes,” the young man said, turning around to see who was talking. Giving Rio the once over he added, “Some jerk put their horse in this stall and it’s assigned to me!”

“Well, I reckon that jerk would be me,” Rio said, touching the brim of his new, tan Stetson bought especially for his first Quarter Horse show.