Finally, the rodeo was upon us. I was going to rent a camper trailer, but Riley decided he wanted to tent. We got a spot in the middle of a meadow, surrounded by a billion like-minded campers. We went to the stable to look after our mounts. I think I was as much taken by Beaumont as I was with his owner. Riley was over at the next stall loving his mare, Wilma. We got settled in, registered, and met up with our team mates. Laura and Gina were our partners in crime. For the wild drag race, it would be Gina and Riley as regular people and me in drag. We just had to convince a twelve-hundred-pound steer that he needed to get across the arena, over a line, and then, with me on its back, turn back to the chutes and step over the line. It wasn’t the steer that worried me; it was the drag they wer
