Chapter Twenty
Brodie waited for the signal to maneuver Captain into the box for his final team-roping round. He adjusted his grip on the rope one last time and rubbed his lucky competition buckle.
So far, he’d sucked.
He’d never been more embarrassed. Especially in front of Jamey.
The last two rounds, he’d missed the steer’s heels entirely. He and Ben had slid from reigning champions in team roping, to town laughingstocks.
Hell, he’d have to get out of the fairgrounds fast if they didn’t make it out of dead last. He hadn’t brought a change of clothes and had no intention of participating in the ritual dunking that all the last place losers endured. It had been easy to go along with the ritual in years past, because he never lost.
Ever.
“Hey, Sinclaire,” Jimmy Benoit called down fro
