Tex Times Ten

“And this is Tex Jefferson, a local cowboy who’s been kind enough to ride for our salon in the past.”

The men shook hands. “Ah, yeah. You’re the one she bid on first, but then decided was too tore up. Too bad, man.”

Cissy tried not to giggle. But Tex’s expression was priceless.

“Hey, why don’t the two of you show Ant around Mayfest?” Marvella asked. “We want him to have a good time before the rodeo.”

Cissy and Tex looked at each other. Ant drew himself up to his full five-foot-six height.

“All right, Marvella,” Cissy said reluctantly. “Tex?”

“Well, I wouldn’t dream of leaving this young man without friends,” Tex said, his dark gaze on Cissy.

“Wonderful!” Marvella exclaimed. “But you have him back in good shape and on time, Cissy.”

“Oh, we will.” She frowned at Tex, and he raised a brow.

“Here’s some spending money for my guest,” Marvella said, opening her black bag. “We’re good to our riders here.”

“I can see that!” Ant said happily. “Getting invited to that raffle was the best thing that ever happened to me!”

“That’s exactly what Tex said,” Cissy fibbed, just to watch the flames explode from Tex’s head. “He loves the fact that ten women won him.”

“I would, too! If you decide you’re too worn out to deal with ten women, you just call me,” Ant told Tex. “I’ll be happy to help you out, old hoss.”

“Yep,” Tex said to Cissy, “I can see this is going to be as much fun as I can stand.”