life.
âGrandfather was so disappointed.â Kit shrugged. âIâm surprised he made the rest of âem do it.â
âHow could he have been disappointed?â Sam asked.
âHe said I left home and never really came back,â Kit said with a sigh. âBut I just figured out that I was in love with rodeo. College wasnât for meâat least not then.â
After that, Sam found it easy to get Kit talking about his life since leaving Three Ponies Ranch.
âMostly itâs boom or bust,â he admitted. âOn a night that the broncs are good to me, I sleep in a hotel room with as many of my buddies as we can squeeze in, but not before we play cards and eat our fill of room service steaks and salads.â
âSalads?â Sam blurted.
âYeah, most of us drive from rodeo to rodeoâthe big guys fly, of courseâbut the way I did it, I had to eat too much fast food. It has to be something I can eat while I drive. So a big leafy thing that hasnât been fried can taste like heaven.â
Taking notes, Sam noticed that Kit talked about his career as if it were over. She shook her head and scolded herself for being so literal.
âAnd the bust part?â she asked.
Kit chuckled. âNext night, itâll feel like the broncs have been talking, deciding they let me off too easy, and since I spent all my winnings the night before, Iâll end up sleepinâ on a blanket in some fairgrounds barn.â
âThat must be hard,â Sam said.
âIt pays off, mostly. I mean, I almost made it to the Grand Nationals.â
So it had been true, Sam thought. She jotted a noteânot that sheâd need reminding laterâthat the boy from Three Ponies Ranch had made it to the top.
When Sam looked up, though, Kit was rubbingthe fingers on his casted arm. He met her eyes and gave a self-mocking smile.
âIf I hadnât gone to that one last rodeo, training for the big time, I wouldnât have wrecked my arm or had to take out a loan on my truck to pay doctor bills.â
âI donât know much about it, but isnât there, like, medical insurance for you?â Sam asked.
âFor the big guys,â Kit said again. âAnd the Justin Boot company has a cowboy crisis fund, but when you see what happens to some riders, thisââhe lifted his castââis nothing. Iâd be ashamed to apply.â
Kit looked down as his mother came into the living room followed by Jake and Nate. After leaving home and staying gone so much, was Kit ashamed to ask for help with his medical expenses? Had he arrived on foot because heâd had to sell his truck? Sam wondered.
âKit, Sam, will it bother you if we sit in on your interview?â
âWeâre almost done, anyway,â Sam said. She glanced at the television and saw the evening news coming on. If she didnât hurry sheâd be riding home in the dark. âI only have one more question, and itâs kind of sappy.â
âFire away,â Kit told her.
âAll the kids at Darton High, your old school, will be wondering how it feels to live your dream. What would you tell them?â
Sam expected Kit to shrug, as Jake might have. Instead, Kit stared into the fireplace, then sat back in his chair.
When Kit spoke again, his voice had taken on the storytelling tone heâd used for the tale of Sitting Bull and the dancing white stallion.
âWell, Samantha, Iâve been pretty fortunate. Thatâs all. Iâve drawn lots of mostly good horses and most times Iâve stuck on âtil the buzzer. I managed to duck injuries, trucks that broke down in the rain, and bad luckâ¦.
âAfter this heals,â Kit continued, lifting his cast, âI see myself back at the chutes, helping Paniâheâs my best buddy, a cowboy from Hawaii, if you can believe itâtie on his rigginâ, havinâ him give me a high five, even after