When she said rebellion it sounded quaint, less ominous than run away with the rodeo. "Maybe. We'll see."

Dead silence.

"I certainly hope even if you don't return to help your friend celebrate the beginning of her new life, that you will be back here in time to prepare for your move to-"

"I said we'll see."

Another disapproving pause. "Channing, your father went to a lot of trouble to secure the teaching position for you at Palmer. You do realize how it would look if you-"

"Yes, Mother, I'm aware of how it would look. And God knows I would never do anything to besmirch the almighty Kinkaid name."

* 113 Her mother sniffed. "Not only do I not like your tone, you are not acting at all like the responsible child I raised. I don't understand what has happened to you."

I grew up, wised up, and realized how screwed up everything is in your little world and how I don't want any part of it.

A cloud of dust heavily laced with the scent of horseshit wafted past.

It amazed her how rapidly the pungent aroma had become familiar and calmed her. Not that she could share that tidbit with her mother.

Jacqueline Moore Kinkaid would be appalled.

"Look, I don't want to fight with you, Mother. When you talk to Melinda give her my best."

"And?"

"And I'll talk to you soon. Bye."

Channing clicked the phone shut. Nothing had changed. She didn't fit in with her parent's social circle. Would she ever find a place where she belonged? Her gaze swept the ranch families and rodeo enthusiasts clogging the aisles and racing for the grandstand. As much as she hoped for it, she didn't really fit here, either.

Her cell phone rang again. This time she checked the caller ID. She smiled. Colby. "Hello?"

"Hey, shug, I just wanted to make sure you got the ticket and you know where you're supposed to be sittin' today."

"I'm here on the backside of the arena. I just got off the phone with my mother so I'm contemplating grabbing a beer or ten before I sit down."

He laughed and the sound warmed that cold spot within her. "Must be the day. My mom called earlier, too."

"Bet your conversation went better than mine."

"Probably. Although I doubt you got grilled on your injuries. How your horse was handlin' the travelin'. If you were eatin' right. If you were drinkin' too much. And if you were wearin' clean underwear."

She laughed.

114.

"Are you really okay, darlin'? She didn't say nothin' to upset you?"

How had he picked up on that so fast? "I'm fine. I'm ready to rodeo.

Good luck, cowboy. I'll be cheering you on."

"You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. I probably won't get much of a break, so I'll see you after that ninety-point ride."

Channing was smiling as she hung up.

Colby squeaked by in the tie-down roping competition with a top-five finish. As did Trevor. Edgard got shut out.

While other events were held and Colby and Trevor and Edgard weren't competing, Channing jotted observations in her notebook. It was a good excuse not to have to talk to people. Again, she had a sudden burst of shyness.

The other wives and girlfriends looked at her a little strangely, but so far none had ventured over and introduced themselves. And she worried it'd smack of desperation if she made the first move. It wasn't like she hadn't suffered enough rejection in her life.

Colby managed to cover his bronc for a seventy-seven-point ride. The rest of the contestants didn't fare so well, which left Colby at the top of the standings and a guaranteed spot in the second round.

Likewise Trevor and Edgard had a good run and landed in the top five, also guaranteeing them a return trip the following day. Cash and Brian wound up in first place in the team roping.

The food in the concession stand was pure grease and Channing wished she'd packed a healthy lunch. Her stomach rumbled loudly.

A pigtailed girl of about four looked up from beneath the brim of her pink cowgirl hat. "Your tummy sounded like a bear growling."

"Well, maybe that's because I'm as hungry as a bear."

The girl considered her, sidled closer and then dug in her package of animal crackers, slyly passing over a circus bear. "Ya'are what you eat."

* 115 "Thank you." Channing crunched the cookie. She debated on asking the girl her name but she figured the girl would clam up, lectures of not talking to strangers dancing in her cute little head.

"That's why my daddy don't never eat chicken. 'Cause he ain't no chicken."

Interesting. She'd have to ask Colby and Trevor and Edgard if that superstition held true with all rodeo contestants all the time.

"What's your name?" the girl asked out of the blue.

"Channing."

"China? Like a doll?"

She repeated her name and the girl stared at her with enormous blue eyes.

"You shore do talk funny, lady."

"Yeah? So do you, cowgirl. What's your name?"

"Calliope Jane. 'Cept nobody calls me that unless I'm in trouble."

"What do they call you?"

"Callie. My daddy sometimes calls me Calamity Jane." She pointed at the chutes. "My daddy is bulldoggin' today." Then those blue eyes lasered into her. "What's your daddy doin'?"

Most likely his secretary, but not information she could share with anyone, let alone a sweet little girl.

"Callie!"

Both Channing and Callie whirled around to look at the harried brunette hustling toward them, her purple ropers clomping across the metal bench seats.

"Callie, hon, you need to leave this poor lady alone, can't you see she's busy?" Callie's mother gestured to the open notebook and pen perched on Channing's lap. "Sorry. She's just a chatterbox."

"Honestly, I don't mind. It's nice to have someone to talk to for a change. I don't know many people here." There. That wasn't so hard.

The brunette studied her with the same intensity as her daughter.

"I'm sorry. Have we met?"

116.

"No." Channing stuck out her hand and the woman shook it heartily.

"Channing Kinkaid."

"Mary Morgan. Haven't seen you in the family bleachers before.

Who're you here with?"

"She ain't gonna tell you her daddy's name, Momma, 'cause she didn't tell me," Callie said with a pout.

"Probably because she ain't here with her daddy, Cal."

Her rosebud lips made an "O" of understanding.

Channing hid a smile. "I'm here with Colby McKay."

Mary's eyebrows winged up clear into her straw hat. "So you're the one."

"The one what?"

"The one all them women are gossiping about."

"Yeah?" Her heart knocked against her chest. "Bad or good gossip?"

"Depends on who you're talking to." Mary snorted. "No skin off my nose, what's good for the goose is good for the gander, know what I mean? Besides, near as I can tell you're free, white and eighteen. Do what you want to and ignore all them self-righteous old biddies and cowpokes."

Channing opened her mouth but Mary wasn't close to finished.

"Like none of this stuff happened when they were rodeoin' years ago?

Wrong. We've all heard the stories. And it ain't like they wouldn't jump at the chance to act young and carefree and hook themselves a hot studly cowboy if they could. I say, flip 'em the bird-"

"What bird, Momma?"

Mary smiled indulgently and tugged Callie's pigtails. "Don't you never mind, girlie."

"So Callie told me her daddy is a steer wrestler." Steer wrestling or bulldogging, was another timed event where the cowboy chased down a steer. But instead of using ropes to catch the animal, the bulldogger launched himself off his horse, right at the steer as his hazer made sure the steer ran in a straight line. Once the bulldogger had a hold of the * 117 animal, he picked him up, cranked his head around and flipped him on his side. Steer wrestlers usually only competed in one event, because the money was so good-but so was the injury potential.

"Yeah. Mike Morgan. Currently ranked second. We're hopin' for a big win here and in Valentine. Then we'll go back home for about twenty minutes before we hit the Days of 76 in Deadwood. After that we'll head to Cheyenne. Last year Mike did well in both places and we drove between Deadwood and Cheyenne five times in one week. Seems once I do get back to the ranch I'll never catch up."

"You must travel a lot, then."

"Yep. It's fun at first. Rodeo folks are the best in the world. It's like a big ol' family reunion. Then about halfway through the summer season we just wanna get back home, have a normal life, if that's possible with a kid and a ranch to run."

"Where are you from?"

"Buffalo Gap, South Dakota. What about you?"

Channing tensed up. "Outside of Boston."

"Oh." Mary frowned. "Whoa. How did you hook up with Colby?"

"Pure luck."

"I'll say." She clapped her hands over Callie's ears and said in a low voice, "He's a wily one, but man, I'd take him for a test ride any time."

Channing didn't know whether to be jealous or flattered.

"Not that he'd pick me without me twisting his arm. Despite gossip to the contrary, the real word is he's very choosy. He don't usually bring a woman along in his travels. Ever." She winked. "You plan on sticking around the circuit for awhile then?"

"Until Cheyenne."

"Well, good. I guess we'll be seeing you at the dances and whatever.

You going to the Wild Bronc tonight? We could toss back a couple of shots."

"Maybe. Depends on how Colby does today."

118.

Mary rolled her eyes. "Don't I know how men's attitudes depend on how they done in the arena. Pray you don't have to know how Colby reacts when he gets hurt. But at some point they always get hurt.

Always. " She shivered. "Come on Callie, let's get you washed up before it's Daddy's turn in the box."

"Bye-bye, China bear." She giggled and raced off.

Channing smiled. Well, at least she wasn't a total pariah.

She sat impatiently through the steer wrestling-Mike Morgan had the fastest time-and barrel racing. She was as curious to see how Colby would do in the bull riding as she was nervous.