Lex drove his rig slowly along the aisle between the rows of horse barns. “Number sixteen, number sixteen,” he repeated as he looked for the stall he’d been assigned.
He rechecked the stall card he’d been given at the show office.
Barn B, stall 16
He was in the right place. The aisle was crowded with other rigs as the rodeo cowboys arrived for that weekend’s show.
There was barely room for the vehicles towing their horse trailers to pass. Should make the damn aisles one-way, Lex thought in frustration as he met a rig coming toward his.
Spotting his assigned stall, he pulled his truck as close to the building as he could, while still giving himself room to unload his horse and equipment as well as give other drivers space to maneuver their rigs.
Lex hopped out of the truck and b
