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AUDREY
I didn’t know how to dress like a cowgirl. I had no boots. Definitely no hat. I’d settled on a button-down blouse—not flannel or even plaid, sadly—and a black jean skirt with a frayed hem that probably looked way more urban than western. It was the best I could do. I’d have to go shopping on my next day off for some real Montana clothes.
I left my hair long and ensured I had on makeup. I figured Becky would send me home or doctor me up with stuff from her purse in the bathroom mirror otherwise.
I was primped, spritzed and ready to have a good time.
The sun hadn’t set yet—it stayed light late in the summer this far north—but the air was cooling off quickly. I parked my little car in between all the huge pickup trucks in the dirt lot outside Cody’s and slung my purse over my s
