Leroy Watches Jr. & the Badass Bull (Bloodsong Series) by Sandy Nathan
Authors: Sandy Nathan
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the house.’” Niles had chosen the one lever that would get Austin to forgive and forget.
“OK. We’re still leaving when the rental car comes.”
“Of course. I am so sorry for causing this upset.” Niles’ lips tightened. “I am so sorry for tomorrow, too.”
“Why?” Austin furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what the sneaky bastard was up to.
“The rodeo is in Las Vegas. Not the big rodeo, the National Finals, this is a little rodeo. I told the children about it. They have never been to a rodeo. J-man said he wanted to go. Tomorrow is the last day. March 23rd. If I can’t get them there, they will miss it.”
Austin had had been so busy monitoring Sylvia and Niles that he had forgotten about the rodeo. The minute he remembered, his need to attend it flared. Also, his temper. Niles was planning the final usurpation of his parental position, taking his kids to the event.
They had come to stinking Las Vegas because he knew the rodeo was there. He had wanted to take Jimmy and Hannah to a real rodeo, rather than watching it on TV. He hadn’t told them about it so they’d be surprised. How could he forget to tell them?
He and the kids had watched rodeo on TV for years. It was riveting. Amazing. Dangerous and violent. True blue American. He promised Jimmy that they would go one day. Jimmy had teased Hannah, saying she was too much of a wuss to go to a rodeo. She said that she wasn’t a wuss and wanted to go, too.
He had planned the fucking trip––Austin no longer cared what his language was like in his head or anywhere––he’d planned the trip so he and his children could go to the “little rodeo.” With him, not Niles.
“Tomorrow’s the last day,” Niles said mournfully. “The championship.”
“How can we get there?” Austin had to get to that rodeo.
“I have been thinking about that.” Niles furrowed his brow. “I am thinking my car will make it. We can all fit.”
They stood outside a run-down garage behind the office. Niles backed a radiant red vehicle into the parking area. It was an old car with a wide front grill and a black vinyl top. It was in perfect condition. It purred. No, growled. Maybe throbbed.
“Holy shit, dad! That’s a 1970 Hemi-Cuda! It’s got 426 horsepower, maybe more!” Jimmy ran to the vehicle and stroked it. “Oh, wow, Niles. Where did you get it?”
“My grandparents have it here, in the garage. I fix it up. It is strong enough to go through the snow.”
The brute of a muscle car looked like it had been driven off of a showroom floor. Polished, gleaming. Perfect cherry red paint. Austin looked at Niles suspiciously. Anyone would kill his grandparents for this car, even he knew that.
“You’ve been hiding this car all this time when you could have taken us into town?”
Niles crossed his arms over his chest. “I was not hiding . Car was in the garage, not hidden. I didn’t know if it could cross the snow. But it is melting.” He indicated the vehicle’s pristine condition. “I keep it nice, so I don’t take it out much. Also is a problem: when I drive this car on the Strip, the girls jump in front of me. They get inside my car and grab me. They kiss me.” He shook his head ruefully. “They say Sweden is … speedy. Nothing to Las Vegas.”
“Are we going to go or not?” Sylvia burst into the conversation. She was wearing skintight pants with a matching midriff top tied above her waist, and high heels. A scarf was tied around her head. She looked like a bombshell.
“You’re not going like that” Austin barked.
“I’ll dress however I want. I’m not just some government drone’s wife. There’s much more to me than that.”
Austin hadn’t realized how much more to her there was. Her boobs bulged out of the top. “Please, Sylvia. This is not …”
“All the ladies in Las Vegas wear clothes like this,” Niles said, helpfully. “She will look like everyone. Beautiful.”
Austin got in the car rather than
“OK. We’re still leaving when the rental car comes.”
“Of course. I am so sorry for causing this upset.” Niles’ lips tightened. “I am so sorry for tomorrow, too.”
“Why?” Austin furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what the sneaky bastard was up to.
“The rodeo is in Las Vegas. Not the big rodeo, the National Finals, this is a little rodeo. I told the children about it. They have never been to a rodeo. J-man said he wanted to go. Tomorrow is the last day. March 23rd. If I can’t get them there, they will miss it.”
Austin had had been so busy monitoring Sylvia and Niles that he had forgotten about the rodeo. The minute he remembered, his need to attend it flared. Also, his temper. Niles was planning the final usurpation of his parental position, taking his kids to the event.
They had come to stinking Las Vegas because he knew the rodeo was there. He had wanted to take Jimmy and Hannah to a real rodeo, rather than watching it on TV. He hadn’t told them about it so they’d be surprised. How could he forget to tell them?
He and the kids had watched rodeo on TV for years. It was riveting. Amazing. Dangerous and violent. True blue American. He promised Jimmy that they would go one day. Jimmy had teased Hannah, saying she was too much of a wuss to go to a rodeo. She said that she wasn’t a wuss and wanted to go, too.
He had planned the fucking trip––Austin no longer cared what his language was like in his head or anywhere––he’d planned the trip so he and his children could go to the “little rodeo.” With him, not Niles.
“Tomorrow’s the last day,” Niles said mournfully. “The championship.”
“How can we get there?” Austin had to get to that rodeo.
“I have been thinking about that.” Niles furrowed his brow. “I am thinking my car will make it. We can all fit.”
They stood outside a run-down garage behind the office. Niles backed a radiant red vehicle into the parking area. It was an old car with a wide front grill and a black vinyl top. It was in perfect condition. It purred. No, growled. Maybe throbbed.
“Holy shit, dad! That’s a 1970 Hemi-Cuda! It’s got 426 horsepower, maybe more!” Jimmy ran to the vehicle and stroked it. “Oh, wow, Niles. Where did you get it?”
“My grandparents have it here, in the garage. I fix it up. It is strong enough to go through the snow.”
The brute of a muscle car looked like it had been driven off of a showroom floor. Polished, gleaming. Perfect cherry red paint. Austin looked at Niles suspiciously. Anyone would kill his grandparents for this car, even he knew that.
“You’ve been hiding this car all this time when you could have taken us into town?”
Niles crossed his arms over his chest. “I was not hiding . Car was in the garage, not hidden. I didn’t know if it could cross the snow. But it is melting.” He indicated the vehicle’s pristine condition. “I keep it nice, so I don’t take it out much. Also is a problem: when I drive this car on the Strip, the girls jump in front of me. They get inside my car and grab me. They kiss me.” He shook his head ruefully. “They say Sweden is … speedy. Nothing to Las Vegas.”
“Are we going to go or not?” Sylvia burst into the conversation. She was wearing skintight pants with a matching midriff top tied above her waist, and high heels. A scarf was tied around her head. She looked like a bombshell.
“You’re not going like that” Austin barked.
“I’ll dress however I want. I’m not just some government drone’s wife. There’s much more to me than that.”
Austin hadn’t realized how much more to her there was. Her boobs bulged out of the top. “Please, Sylvia. This is not …”
“All the ladies in Las Vegas wear clothes like this,” Niles said, helpfully. “She will look like everyone. Beautiful.”
Austin got in the car rather than
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