Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(73)

Macie’s laughter filled something inside him he hadn’t realized was empty. He hopped on the machine and jerked on his riding glove. He wrapped the bull rope.


Unwrapped it and rewrapped it.


“Are you stalling?”


“You wish. Get ready to pay up.” Cash adjusted his hat over his eyes. Moved his hips from side to side. Threw his free arm up in the air and nodded.


The bull kicked on. It spun right; Cash readjusted his knees when the movement blew his feet out and up. The front end lifted, slamming him back, but he didn’t fight it and stayed on. Another jumping right spin. Two hard lefts, one last buck and the eight seconds were history and he was still on.


He whooped and jumped off, surprised by how much he’d wanted Macie to see him succeed.


She grinned as he approached. “Nice ridin’, Dad.”


“Thanks. Pay up.”


“Will you take a personal check?”


“Nope. Cash only.”


She snickered. “You should have that tattooed somewhere.”


A calf bawled in the distance.


Cash quietly tried to restore his breathing.


“So, can I sit on that thing?”


He frowned. “I remember you tellin’ me you’d never ride a bull.”


“I don’t want to ride it; I just want to know what it feels like to be on a big, bad bull substitute, which is the closest I will ever get to one of those nasty creatures.”


“Sure. Come on.”


Cash lifted her on the back of the apparatus. He showed her how to wrap the rope, how to spur, how the free arm was the key to achieving balance. He was happy she’d taken an interest in something he’d spent years of his life learning to perfect.


The lesson in bull riding was about over when he heard, “What the hell do you think you’re doin’?”


He turned and saw Carter storming toward them. The fence wasn’t an impediment to the angry young man; he put one arm on the railing and jumped sideways over it.


“Get off that thing right now, Macie.”


“Carter—”


“I cannot f*ckin’ believe you put her on the back of a goddamn mechanical bull.”


“Wait just a minute. I can explain—”


“Explain what?” Carter shouted. “How damn dangerous it is? That’s a little hard to explain to her when she’s dead. Christ, she could’ve broken her neck.”


“She wasn’t—”


“Jesus, Cash, what were you thinkin’?”


“Stop right there, McKay.”


“I ain’t kiddin’, Macie, get off that death trap or I’ll drag you off.”


“You can’t talk to her like that.”


“I can talk to her any damn way I please since it appears I’m the only one who cares about her!”


“Shut your mouth, McKay, and listen up.”


“No, you listen.”


“Carter!”


“Do you really think I’d put my daughter in danger?” Cash kept his hands clenched in fists by his sides in an effort not to take a swing at this self-righteous punk.


Carter didn’t answer; he just glared with his hands curled on his hips, looking ready to do some swinging himself.


“Well, do you?”


“No. But I think she’d do whatever it took to get your attention, including puttingherself at risk by climbin’ on the back of a bull.”


Ugly silence hung in the air.


“Ain’t got nothin’ to say to that do you, ’cause you know it’s the truth.”


“That’s it, boy, you went too far.”


“Not nearly far enough. If you want to fight, bring it, old man.”


“I don’t give a shit who you—”


Macie stepped between them. “Stop. Both of you.” She whirled on Carter and snapped, “Walk it off. I mean it, Carter.”


He didn’t budge.


By that time Cash noticed they’d drawn a crowd, including Gemma, Colby and Channing, Keely, Amy Jo and the boys he’d been teaching. Great.


Cash turned and walked away.


Macie moved in front of him and grabbed his hand. “Thank you. I had fun. Don’t listen to him.”


Cash reached out and stroked his free hand down her soft hair. “I wasn’t. I’d never do nothin’ to hurt you, Macie.”


“I know.”


“And in case you’re wonderin’ ’bout some of the crap he was throwin’ out, don’t listen to him either. You do have my attention. You’re smarter than to do something stupid to get it.”


“I know that too.” Macie stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. She whispered,


“I’ll go double or nothing with you on that bet. Same time tomorrow. Bring your money.”


Cash smiled as he watched her walk away from him…and from Carter McKay.