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the motorhome and tell Stone what we’d witnessed. Wendy and I parted ways with plans to meet at her motorhome after we’d had a chance to put on dry clothes. The men were going to the rodeo after lunch, and we gals were left to amuse ourselves until they returned. We’d been invited to go along with the guys, but had unanimously agreed that watching the daily rodeo’s highlights on the Cheyenne TV station each evening was all the bull-riding and calf-roping we needed to see. As far as I was concerned, if you’d seen one guy fly off a bucking horse, you’d seen them all. Besides, I had a tendency to cheer for the animals, and that didn’t always sit well with the folks in the stands around me.
    After we all gathered outside Wendy and Andy’s rig, Wyatt winked at Wendy before turning toward Veronica, and saying, “I’ve got good news and bad news for you, sweetheart. A little birdie told me that Vex Vaughn is your favorite country singer and I was able to snag six tickets to his concert on Thursday night.”
    Veronica squealed and turned into Wyatt’s embrace in pure bliss. “You are the best, honey! I am super excited to go see him perform! Did you get good seats?”
    “Well, that’s the bad news, I’m afraid. The only tickets I could find are in the standing-room-only section.” Wyatt sounded apologetic with his response.
    “Awesome!” Veronica said, with a fist pump as an exclamation point. “That’s even better. I want to get as close to the stage as I can, just in case he throws a guitar pick or something into the crowd.”
    I muttered under my breath as Stone groaned loudly and dramatically. I’m sure he was as excited as I was to stand in a frenzied crowd of Vex Vaughn’s adoring fans for two or more hours, no doubt being doused in beer by screaming young women as our toes were being stomped on by their leather boots. At five-foot-two, I wouldn’t be able to see anything over the sea of cowboy hats anyway.
    His mood unaffected by our discontent, Wyatt was grinning from ear to ear, delighted that he could bring such happiness to his girlfriend. I didn’t want to rain on this young couple’s parade, so I would be a good sport and suffer through the concert silently, with a forced smile on my face and a feigned lilt to my voice.
    I turned my attention back to Wyatt, to whom Veronica clung as if he were a porcelain throne on prom night. The detective looked at Wendy and me, and said, “It was Emily who secured the tickets for us, from a customer who had six tickets to sell. Could you gals pick them up at the office? Andy, Stone, and I want to catch the next shuttle bus to the fairgrounds so we can walk around a while before the rodeo begins at one.”
    “Are you going to try to win Veronica a teddy bear by knocking over three bottles with a baseball?” I asked Wyatt in a teasing manner.
    “I doubt it,” Veronica said with a chuckle. “More likely he wants to chow down on hot dogs and funnel cakes.”
    Everyone laughed, knowing Veronica had no doubt hit the nail on the head. The man was a bottomless pit when it came to food. “Well, I did have my mind set on snacking on a foot-long chili dog with shredded cheese, onions, and jalapeños on top,” Wyatt said.
    “Just promise us you won’t ride the Scrambler afterward,” Stone said to his buddy. “I don’t want to be anywhere around when you start spraying everyone with that conglomeration you call a snack.”
    “I promise you I won’t go anywhere near any ride that spins in circles. I’m at that age now that I can barely tolerate a Ferris wheel without tossing my cookies.”
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    I volunteered to go pick up the tickets so I could express my appreciation to Emily for going out of her way to accommodate us. While Wendy and I were swimming, Veronica had been baking oatmeal raisin cookies for the group, and they were absolutely delicious. After gobbling down two cookies, I’d told the young lady she’d missed her calling as a bakery