Chapter 5
“Ain’t you Dutch’s boy?”
Harry had heard this his whole life and now as he was standing waiting in hopes to earn a place in the amateur saddle bronc contest being held the next day, he heard it again.
“I know you; you’re Dutch Reynolds’ boy Harry, right?
The hair on the back of Harry’s neck bristled. It had been bound to happen, Dutch was here, and it was only natural that his band of roadies and handlers would be milling around looking for something to do while their boss was off doing who knew what. Harry realized he would have to turn toward the person who had called out to him. Just as he turned to face the man who’d asked the question, he heard Reb calling out from the other direction. He thought he was saved.
“Hey, you still in line? Come on over. I want you to meet so
