Chapter 10

If Wes had been here, that would have never happened.She tried to depersonalize it, but even so, her realization of how much a bull rider depended on a good clown hit her hard. All at once she really needed to know where Wes was. If he wasn’t going to be there tomorrow, she wasn’t sure she could get on her second bull. There were a couple of other clowns she had almost as much faith in, but Wes took care of her—of all the riders, but especially of her. He always had. But would he still be willing to do it after the tongue lashing she’d dished out? If he was around, it might be a good idea to try to apologize.

For the next two hours, Tab wandered the length and width of the rodeo grounds. Everywhere she went she asked if anyone had seen Wes. A few people said he’d been by earlier, but most of them had not seen him. He’s supposed to be clowning, I know, and Wes is nothing if not reliable. So what’s wrong?