Chapter Sixteen
The evening was warm and humid as Ty toted his gear bag to the rodeo arena. True to her word, Maybelle hadn’t returned to the trailer. He’d had half a mind to go search for her where the horses were being stabled, but decided against it. He’d discovered that Maybelle needed a cool-down period after an outburst, and this time he was happy to give it to her. Still, he couldn’t help searching for her as he made his way to the area set aside for the roughstock riders. It had been years since he’d competed in a setup like this — where the locker room was a set of three benches underneath the grandstand. There were twelve bull riders competing tonight. Three of the cowboys were also riding broncs. Two bareback, one saddle. He waved hello to the guys who seemed half his age, and
