After lunch in Ryder’s trailer, the foursome made their way into the bustling arena. Despite the numerous events Isobel had attended, the frenetic energy of the preparations always astounded her. Men on horseback herded calves from pen to pen, while others set up gates, constructed additional pens for the bronc riders’ horses, and hung sponsor banners along the fences lining the tunnel they walked through.
Ryder slipped his hand into Isobel’s, their fingers intertwining as they strolled past the various pens filled with steers and horses. They eventually reached a large pen where the bulls were kept. Ryder and Wren moved closer to the gate, scrutinizing the bulls they might draw for the evening. The two men leaned on the gate, pointing at one bull and then another, engaged in animated dis
