It's Coke Pharris' job to save bull riders from bulls, and he takes
his work very seriously. Which is why he's devastated when one of his
favorite riders gets hurt, and he's determined to help the young man
ride again. Dillon Walsh is the arena entertainer for the bull riding
tour, and he wants to help. He also wants Coke, has been admiring the
man for a long time. He hasn't made a move on Coke for fear of messing
up their friendship, but when he finds out Coke might feel the same
way, Dillon has to try to win Coke over.
Coke thinks he's
too old for Dillon, too beat up and scarred, but he can't resist when
Dillon finally makes a play for him. Dillon is like a wet dream for
Coke, and the two of them have a great time getting to know each other
better, at least until the danger of their job threatens to come
between them. Will Dillon and Coke be able to help their friend and
weather the problems that blow their way?
Beau tipped his hat to the crowd and shook Adam Taggart's hand as
the safety man rode by, grinning at him and Coke and nodding. "Thanks,
"Look at you, Cajun!" Coke jogged by, winking at Beau. "This mean you're buying the beer tonight?"
laughed and nodded, waving at Nate, who tossed over his rope. "You know
it, chere. I owe you a couple from last month, yeah?"
bet. We'll all meet at the hotel." Coke winked at him, at Beau, then
slapped Nate on the back. "Come on, Nattie. We're up. The young'un's
slowing down on us."
The grin Coke gave Nate was
self-depreciating as hell. Fred was covering for Cooper Riley and the
little Australian was almost like a new puppy, trying desperately to
get the big dogs to let him in the pack, play with him.
It's hell so be young and full of energy." Nate bounced along next to
Coke, shaking out his hands and arms, and Dillon couldn't help but
laugh as he made his way back behind the barrel.
God, he loved his job. Even more now that Coke was back from delivering Andy Baxter and Andy Baxter's busted leg to Texas.
rest of the rides went easy as pie, Beau taking the round and the
event, the crowd milling around and heading down for autographs. Coke
and Nate leaned together, forehead to forehead, giving thanks, just
like every night. Fred wasn't in that circle. None of the others were,
Dillon always felt a little dirty, watching that
and thinking about anything but prayer. Shaking it off, he headed for
their locker room, wanting out of his sweaty costume, looking forward
to that beer Beau had mentioned.
Coke had mentioned.
bullfighters came tumbling in -- Nate and Fred running and laughing,
Coke chasing them, the man soaking wet. "Gonna kick y'all's butts!"
Nate hooted. "Didn't know that cooler dealie was full, Hoss, honest."
"Liar." Coke pounced, tackling Nate to the ground.
Oh, good God in Heaven. That was kind of like watching porn, and Dillon
turned his back, not joining in like he usually would. He was a little
too stiff for that. In certain places.