Brock stormed through the door of their cabin, missed the hook when he tossed his hat at the wall, and threw himself on the bed. It was official, he was a failed cowboy. He’d been at the dude ranch for two full days and had been thrown off his horse at least six times. And when he was on her back he couldn’t get her to do what he told her to do. “f*****g women!”
And what made it even worse was that Calvin had taken to ranching in general and riding in particular like he’d been born in the saddle.
After one day of riding, Calvin had been advanced to the intermediate group, while Brock remained in the rookie riders group, or kindergarten cowboys as he privately called them.
Brock had complained that night that his horse, Daisy May, hated him.
“Impossible,” Calvin said, cupping Brock’s fa
