Stetson and put it on, hitting it lightly on the brim. “Ninety-nine percent is mental and in that area, you seem to be on top of your game.”
“You’re an inspiration and I plan to keep trying. Since I trick-ride, my balance is better than most.”
Laramie reached for her denim purse. “Let me give you a card. My friend Anne heads up a performance group called Cowgirl Angels. From what I hear, you’d fit right in. Why don’t you give them a call?”
Jenna shook her head. “I don’t think so. Traveling is not something I want to do. Performing at our guest ranch and riding in local shows is plenty for me.”
Laramie let out a long breath of resignation and smiled. “Well, if you change your mind, give Anne a call. You could always ride bulls in addition to riding with the Angels.”
Her sincere attitude and friendly smile made Jenna comfortable. This had been a great trip. Dixie had placed second in her event and they’d taken in the town – eating out, shopping and going behind the scenes to meet a lot of the riders. Especially Laramie. Jenna was so excited she could hardly be still. When Dixie had set up their meeting, she hadn’t known what to expect. Now, she'd been able to meet and talk to one of her idols while Dixie got her horse ready to transport back home. Jenna was just about to thank Laramie when her phone rang. She almost ignored it, but seeing it was Earl, she picked up. “Hello?”
“Jenna?”
Just the way he said her name made Jenna’s stomach clench. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. He’s okay.”
“Okay? Logan?” Her voice rose. “What happened?” She was up and on her feet. Panic made her body ice cold.
“Calm down, he’s okay. There was an explosion…”
Jenna broke down and Laramie stood and came to her, offering support. “Explosion?” The word came out in a wail.
“He’s okay, sweetie. Don’t cry.” His voice dropped. “I told you we shouldn’t call her.”
Obviously Earl was talking to Louisa, who took the phone. “Jenna, listen to me. Logan is okay. He was knocked unconscious, but now he’s awake with only minor burns.”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Jenna held on to Laramie's arm to steady herself. “I’m coming; I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Listen to me, Jenna.” Louisa raised her voice. “He’s okay. You don’t have to hurry.”
Jenna closed her phone. Looking at Laramie, she wiped her eyes. “My Logan’s been hurt. They say he’s okay, but I’m not sure. Will you tell Dixie I had to leave and…and…”
“Go. Go.” Laramie urged, her auburn hair shining in the sunlight. “I’ll tell her.” She walked with Jenna as far as the parking lot. “Drive carefully and I’ll see you down the road.”
Jenna’s hands shook as she unlocked her pickup door to climb in. Logan was hurt. Logan was hurt . Getting to him was all she could think about.
* * *
“I’ll survive. I’m just glad to be alive.” Logan shut the car door to his parent’s black BMW luxury sedan. “All I need is a little rest.”
“Here, come up on the porch and sit down.” Louisa Gray was fussing over him. “I can’t believe someone killed that woman and then set her house on fire. Who would do such a thing?”
Logan shook his head. “I don’t know. Whoever did it didn’t intend for there to be anything left to investigate. He doused that entire house in gasoline.” Logan winced. When the propane tank exploded, he’d been knocked out. If it hadn’t been for his turn-out suit and the quick actions of his men, both he and Chris would've been hurt badly. As it was, Chris had escaped with a broken arm and he just had a few burns on the side of his neck and shoulder. Nothing he couldn’t live with.
“I hope the authorities find him soon. Knowing there’s a killer on the loose is nerve-wracking.” As she spoke, his mother put pillows behind his back and handed him a glass of tea. “At least you’ll be able to get some rest. I hate it
“You’re an inspiration and I plan to keep trying. Since I trick-ride, my balance is better than most.”
Laramie reached for her denim purse. “Let me give you a card. My friend Anne heads up a performance group called Cowgirl Angels. From what I hear, you’d fit right in. Why don’t you give them a call?”
Jenna shook her head. “I don’t think so. Traveling is not something I want to do. Performing at our guest ranch and riding in local shows is plenty for me.”
Laramie let out a long breath of resignation and smiled. “Well, if you change your mind, give Anne a call. You could always ride bulls in addition to riding with the Angels.”
Her sincere attitude and friendly smile made Jenna comfortable. This had been a great trip. Dixie had placed second in her event and they’d taken in the town – eating out, shopping and going behind the scenes to meet a lot of the riders. Especially Laramie. Jenna was so excited she could hardly be still. When Dixie had set up their meeting, she hadn’t known what to expect. Now, she'd been able to meet and talk to one of her idols while Dixie got her horse ready to transport back home. Jenna was just about to thank Laramie when her phone rang. She almost ignored it, but seeing it was Earl, she picked up. “Hello?”
“Jenna?”
Just the way he said her name made Jenna’s stomach clench. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. He’s okay.”
“Okay? Logan?” Her voice rose. “What happened?” She was up and on her feet. Panic made her body ice cold.
“Calm down, he’s okay. There was an explosion…”
Jenna broke down and Laramie stood and came to her, offering support. “Explosion?” The word came out in a wail.
“He’s okay, sweetie. Don’t cry.” His voice dropped. “I told you we shouldn’t call her.”
Obviously Earl was talking to Louisa, who took the phone. “Jenna, listen to me. Logan is okay. He was knocked unconscious, but now he’s awake with only minor burns.”
“Oh, no, no, no.” Jenna held on to Laramie's arm to steady herself. “I’m coming; I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Listen to me, Jenna.” Louisa raised her voice. “He’s okay. You don’t have to hurry.”
Jenna closed her phone. Looking at Laramie, she wiped her eyes. “My Logan’s been hurt. They say he’s okay, but I’m not sure. Will you tell Dixie I had to leave and…and…”
“Go. Go.” Laramie urged, her auburn hair shining in the sunlight. “I’ll tell her.” She walked with Jenna as far as the parking lot. “Drive carefully and I’ll see you down the road.”
Jenna’s hands shook as she unlocked her pickup door to climb in. Logan was hurt. Logan was hurt . Getting to him was all she could think about.
* * *
“I’ll survive. I’m just glad to be alive.” Logan shut the car door to his parent’s black BMW luxury sedan. “All I need is a little rest.”
“Here, come up on the porch and sit down.” Louisa Gray was fussing over him. “I can’t believe someone killed that woman and then set her house on fire. Who would do such a thing?”
Logan shook his head. “I don’t know. Whoever did it didn’t intend for there to be anything left to investigate. He doused that entire house in gasoline.” Logan winced. When the propane tank exploded, he’d been knocked out. If it hadn’t been for his turn-out suit and the quick actions of his men, both he and Chris would've been hurt badly. As it was, Chris had escaped with a broken arm and he just had a few burns on the side of his neck and shoulder. Nothing he couldn’t live with.
“I hope the authorities find him soon. Knowing there’s a killer on the loose is nerve-wracking.” As she spoke, his mother put pillows behind his back and handed him a glass of tea. “At least you’ll be able to get some rest. I hate it
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