Tyrell headed over to the concessions as Danny made his way past the stock pens to find Dad and get Pete warmed up.
The Brahma bulls were bug-eyed and kicking up dust. Danny stopped and looked them over, leaning on the metal rails along with the silent wranglers who’d be riding them. Some weren’t much older than he was, but every one of them was iron tough. Some walked with slight limps. Some squatted down to peer through the fencing. Others leaned up against walls, unmoving. One looked about twelve.
Danny jumped back as a huge snorty bull came at him. Then it hopped up on another bull, raising a cloud of dust. He couldn’t imagine getting up on a Brahma. Guys who did were made of something he wasn’t.
He sensed someone watching him and turned to look.
A girl. Long blond hair, tied back. Light blue eyes, serious.
He touched his hat.