“Don’t you two look good,” Elvira said as she stood in Macon and Jace’s living room later in the day and looked both men over.
The men wore tight jeans, cowboy boots, and plaid shirts. They wore neckerchiefs, and belts that bore large buckles, which were prizes from rodeos they’d competed in years earlier.
“It’s not too much, is it?” Jace said.
“Hardly,” Elvira said. “Not nearly enough, in my opinion. Where are your cowboy hats?”
“Don’t worry,” Macon said, “we’ll be wearing them.”
“And ride up on your horses when I get back with everybody.” Elvira said, “The kids will love that—everyone always loves seeing you two on horseback.”
“You sure you can manage the group on your own?” Jace said.
“Have you met my sister?” Macon said. They all laughed. “Did the kids check in at the first stop
