Growing up, Davy didn’t have any friends. No one wanted to be seen around the poorest kid at school. Even his girlfriend Sherrie didn’t like him. She just wanted her father to buy her a car, which he would do, if she’d drop Davy.
Once he became a bull rider, he discovered he now had friends. And while some of them proved to be unreliable, he found a great many who were fabulous friends. The best one was Leroy Tubbs. Leroy has always given him the best advice, and while he didn’t always follow the advice at first, time proved Leroy had it right, so now he follows Leroy’s advice the first time it’s given.
However, he has discovered Leroy has one flaw…
Davy’s Saga, Book 2
Country Western/ Bull Riding
Davy Hill is now married to his beloved, Laurel, and they have a baby on the way. He should be the happiest man on earth, only the slams keep coming. Despite riding like a seasoned pro, once he pays the WBR their share, pays his taxes, his health insurance, and his traveling costs, there’s little left to pay his mortgage on the farm and have food to eat.
When he hurts his hand while shingling the roof of his barn, he and Laurel both are frightened by how close to the edge they are, despite their largess from earlier. Being a bull-rider is a risky career, but it’s all he ever wanted to do. So, despite all the problems, and all the times he gets knocked down, Davy always gets back up, because that’s what a cowboy does!
Never has there been a bull-rider who has more bad and good luck than Davy Hill.
Having nothing better to do, he turned on the DVR he’d set to record before they left their bed and breakfast that afternoon. He watched, not for technique, but for clues to how this could happen. Who would poison all the bulls, and how? Those bulls had better protection than the riders.
As the TV scanned the crowd, it did a closeup on a group of young people who looked out of place. No cowboy hats, no jeans. The guys were in light wool slacks with expensive leather jackets, laughing, but not a cheerful way. The ladies were in black short dresses with angry pissed off faces, as if they did not want to be there.
He stopped the DVR and ran it back then forwarded it on half time. His stomach roiled as he recognized the rich cousin he’d clocked in the jaw last year, almost ruining his chance to be in the WBR.
He grabbed his phone and called Leroy.
“Davy, is this important?”
He almost apologized and hung up, but he couldn’t. Carlton would never come to a rodeo for the love of the sport. He had to be there for a different reason.
“I think so. I was looking at tonight’s event on the DVR and the camera caught a group in one of the reserved sections…young guys and ladies dressed to go out on the town.”
“I know the group you are talking about.”
“Well, I recognize one of them. He’s that cousin I hit in the jaw at my mother’s funeral when he called her a homeless hooker.”
“Really? This is most interesting. I’ll let the investigator and police officer interviewing them know that.” Leroy hung up.
Davy looked at Troy, sleeping in his arms. “When you get bigger and learn to talk, the first thing I’m teaching you is how to say goodbye before hanging up the phone. It seems your mom and me are the only ones who still know that.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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