“If you hadn’t gone to college, what would you have done?”
“I don’t know. Work on a ranch. Start a leather goods business. Run back country excursions. Be a hunting guide. Open a hunting and fishing store. Something related to the outdoors.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“Oh, boy, this really is the inquisition.”
“I have great confidence in your ability to decline to answer a question.”
“Shoot, your ten minutes just ran out.”
She reached over and slugged him in the shoulder. Ooh, that felt good, but now her knuckles hurt. He was solid muscle.
“No, I’ve never been married, but I was in a long relationship, and you’re now over your limit.”
“If we get together again, do I get another ten minutes?”
“Maybe. But I feel like I’m entitled to my ten minutes.”
“You don’t wear a watch. How do you know my time is up?”
“I was watching the sun.”
She chuckled. “Okay, ten minutes, but I’m watching the sun, too.”
“You grew up on a small ranch in Omak?”
“About five miles out of town.”
“Graduated from Omak High School?”
“Yes.”
“Hobbies?”
“Horses. Nothing but horses.”
“Did you ride competitively?”
“Yeah, barrel racing.”
“You’re a barrel racer?”
“Rode competitively for a few years. I rode in high school and college, then followed the rodeo circuit.”
“Still race?”
“No, but I ride pretty much every day. Still my favorite thing.”
“Got a horse at the stables?”
“Yeah, I spend time every day with Jo.”
“Where’d you go to college?”
“Two years at the local community college, went on the rodeo circuit for three years, then finished my degree at Washington State in Pullman, then back to rodeo for a couple more years.”
“What’d you study?”
