Chapter Nine
Ty found Maybelle working Rango in the arena Teddy’d set up for her. He leaned against the fence and settled in to watch. Not that he was an expert, but he’d watched enough barrel racing to recognize her talent. Rango was powerful, yet agile, and Maybelle did a good job of moving with him, but her body was too tight and there were moments their movement was out of sync. Maybe all the focus on balancing from this afternoon’s workout had him hyper aware, but he couldn’t resist calling out. “You’re not moving with your horse.”
Maybelle pulled Rango to a halt and stared at him from underneath the brim of her straw hat. “Come again?”
“You could be more fluid.”
Her eyebrows shot skyward. “And what exactly do you know about my sport?”
He smirked. “I know how to sit atop an angry
