My Fiancee's Vengeance

t a few weeks in a cheap motel, letting my ankle begin to heal and my head begin to cl

d rodeo in a dusty town three states over. The prize wasn't money. It was a belt buc

he day the ranch burned down. The one I thought was lost

me shifted. I h

event, anyone could ride. I told them it would be my last professio

nd cheap beer. It was a world away from the glitz of

g through the crowd lik

deo too. He walked right

to pasture, Fowler," Wesley sneered.

mpathy in her eyes, only a cold challenge. "You can't seriously think yo

e buckle displayed on a velvet

d, my voice steady. "I'm her

it out. When the gate opened, it was just me and the bull. All the rage, the betra

The crowd went insane. The judges gave me a 95, a score unh

s thrown in less than four secon

the arena, my heart pounding. The organizer held out the s

buckle. I re

ld

pplause. She strode into the a

e Champion's

allowed a recognized champion from a major league to challenge the winner of

ly at me, a cruel

e, her voice echoing across the arena. "But you can't beat yo