Chapter 2

Fighting nausea and a million aches, she staggered upright to make a stumbling dash for the nearest side of the arena. The crowd’s roaring applause reached her, a boosting wave of enthusiasm. She’d made a good ride and she knew it, but right now she just wanted to sit on something still, preferably soft. She needed a minute to pull herself together

Willing hands helped her through the rails. She sank onto the end of a bleacher, blinking back a reddish haze that wanted to swallow her whole.

“Ms. Conrad, care to comment on your ride?”

She glanced up at the voice, wanting to growl a curse. Why couldn’t the confounded reporters leave her be? There were a few other women competing in the riding events now. It wasn’t as if she was the first or the only one. She might be the smallest and the youngest, but that didn’t mean diddly squat to the bulls and broncs. So why did it matter to anyone else?