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“For, uh…I’m not sure…whatever I said that offended you.”

“You have no idea?”

“No, not really. I know you said I called you a liar, but I didn’t.”

“Did you believe what I was tellin’ you?”

“No.”

“And what do you call someone who tells you somethin’ you don’t believe.”

“I doubted what you were saying. That’s different than saying I thought you were lying.”

“Tristan, come on. Listen to yourself. It’s the same thing.”

Tristan shook her head. “You’re right. And I am sorry, Bullet.”

“For two people who haven’t spent much time together, you and I say we’re sorry an awful lot. You notice that?”

Now that he mentioned it, she did. “I think it’s more me apologizing to you rather than the other way around.”

“You’re forgiven.”

“Will you talk to me now?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk.”

“Tell me why you’re here again.”

Bullet told her about finding Gram and his parents at his house when h

e got back from Crested Butte, and then about Bill and Dottie arranging for him to spend a week at the ranch.

“Didn’t it seem strange?” she asked.

“Hell yeah, it did. But my whole life is strange right now. I questioned it, sure. But then, when Bill said I’d spend the week training and gettin’ on bulls, I figured what the hell?”

They rode in silence for several miles.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“I told you. I’m meeting with the ranch owners about our clothing.”

“Bet that isn’t the real reason.”

“What does that mean?”

“I just wonder why you’re really here.” Bullet laughed.

“I’m not here because you’re here. That’s for damn sure.”

He laughed again and shook his head. “Let me ask you this,” he began. “Is there something you want for yourself? Something someone knows about, and also knows that you never put what you want before everything else in your life?”

“Yes, there is,” she murmured, but her father knew nothing about it, so while bull riding might be why Bullet was here, for her, this was a simple sales trip.

“What is it?”

“I don’t want to tell you.”

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