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the pile of cash that was sitting in front of him toward the bartender.
    “Thanks, kid.” Mustang shoved his wallet back into his pocket and sucked down a long swallow of beer. The cold foam slid down his throat.
    Chase saluted Mustang with his own bottle and a grin. “No problem. Anytime. Besides, I scored really well tonight so I’m celebrating.”
    “Congratulations.” Mustang took another swallow and then set his bottle down, sorry his own misery made it impossible to be happy for Chase and his high score.
    Noticing a small white card lying on the wood, he picked it up and read aloud. “ Guy Little. Sports Photographer . What the hell is this?”
    “Oh, yeah. You missed it. This guy—ha, that’s funny since his name is Guy—anyway, he came in and gave us all cards along with some shit about us earning hundreds of bucks an hour modeling for him.”
    “Hundreds of bucks an hour, huh?” Mustang knew some models got paid real big bucks, but these guys were bull riders, not models. “Upfront?”
    Chase nodded his head. “Yup. Supposedly he would take the pictures for some sports website that’s being developed right now.

    He’d pay you now but the site wouldn’t be up and live until later in the year.”
    Mustang glanced down at the card again, his mind working. “Do you want this?”
    Laughing, Chase shook his head. “No. Do you?”
    “Um.” Mustang held the business card between two fingers. He couldn’t tell Chase he was actually considering it to make money while he was laid up. Tough Texan bull riders like himself simply didn’t do things like model. Then an idea hit him. “The practical joke potential of this little baby is limitless. I can tell Slade that while he was holed up in the hotel room with Jenna, I got hired as a big-time model.”
    “Hey, I never thought of that.” Admiration crossed Chase’s face, followed closely by a devilish look. “You could even accidentally whip it out in front of a girl and say ‘What’s that? Oh, yeah. I’m a model’. You know, to impress her.”
    “Sure could. Good thinking, kid.” His modeling aspirations to pay his bills were still a secret and Chase was learning how to be devious. Things were good. Mustang happily shoved the card into his pocket.
    “So what are you going to do now?”
    That seemed to be the question of the night. Mustang looked up to find Chase watching him with concern. The last thing he wanted was pity. He forced a smile.
    “First, I’m gonna find me a woman and get laid. An injury is like a magnet for chicks, especially on the night it happens. Gotta take advantage of it while I can.”
    Shaking his head, Chase broke into an awed grin. “You are the master, Mustang. I bow to you, man.”
    “Stick with me, kid and I’ll teach you all I know.” His smile was genuine now.
    Glancing around the bar and looking for likely candidates, Mustang noticed Chase’s two friends. Garret and Skeeter seemed to be trying for a pair of hot girls who looked like they’d rather be elsewhere. He shook his head. “Didn’t those two learn their lesson about picking up girls out of their league yet?”
    Chase leaned back against the bar and laughed. “Guess not. It’s fine with me if they get shot down again. We’re all sharing one room. If they hook up, I’m out in the cold, or sleeping in the bathtub tonight. So which woman are you gonna go for?”
    Mustang took a sip and browsed the many choices. Taking a young rider under his wing and teaching him the art of seduction was bringing back the thrill that had been missing for him lately. He nearly forgot about his arm, but not quite.
    “You tell me, kid. If you could have any woman in here, which one would you want?”
    “That’s easy. I picked her out the minute she walked in the door. Actually, I spotted her in the stands back at the arena.” Chase’s gaze skipped directly to a table in the corner where a mature brunette was seated next to a man. She looked a good fifteen years