In desperation, she turned to her brother who, God bless him, shrugged and nodded in agreement. I don't care if the entire state of Nebraska loves you. Her father advanced on her, his eyes the same gray-green color as hers but darker now with anger. I've known plenty of rodeo folk in my time, and not a one of them's still in one piece. Then you're god damned lucky.
Rodeo is so dangerous.
But it's not just the likelihood of getting hurt. It's no life for a woman. I'm sure some rodeo folk are fine people, but they're not, well, our kind of people. It's not like we ever have any extra cash floating around this place. Lael dug in her jeans pocket and came out with twenty-five crisp, new bills.