Chapter 41

Was he mad at me? Had he figured out I’d been the one to curse his cow?

“Colten, I’m sorry,” I said, still not stepping any closer. “It’s all my fault she lost.”

Finally, Colten looked at me again. “Your fault she lost?” He held up his blue ribbon. “Marty, she won.”

I shook my head. “She deserved purple. She’s good enough to be champion.”

“Maybe next show. We’ll have to try harder, won’t we girl?” He patted the animal’s big rump. “There’s still the expo in November.”

“But I—”

“Marty, stop. There was nothing you did to contribute to a loss.”

Did I explain? Or would he dismiss it like Dad?

I decided to drop it.

“Come here, you,” I said, reaching my arms out. “Congratulations on your victory. You did amazing!”

He grinned sheepishly and left Lola Belle’s pen. He came to my open arms and accepted my hug

When he pulled back, he gestured to his ruined outfit. “Sorry I’m such a mess.”

“I like you best when you’re covered in mud. Now let me buy you a corndog.” 20