nodded. “I’ve seen them sprout legs. Ain’t pretty. Now, the way you ride that bull is magic, Lucky. I didn’t realize your mama had been a one-time rodeo queen here in Selena.”
“I told him,” Fred said. “He just didn’t listen.”
A harried waitress found their table, refilled the Needhams’ iced teas, cleared plates and took Lucky’s order.
Travis took a long drink and then said, “Man, it was a treat to have you competing. This turned out to be the biggest rodeo Selena ever hosted. We had cowboys show up today who always bypass us in favor of Lubbock.”
Lucky smiled. “I had fun.”
“Where’d you learn to sit the bull? My dad’s always helped me, plus all the guys around here do bull outs on Saturday night.”
“You know where Delaney is?”
Fred nodded. “It’s about forty-five miles west of here. Not much there.”
“My grandparents lived there. Grandpa actually competed against the legend Jim Shoulders. I don’t think Grandpa ever won a thing, but man, he loved the bulls. He taught my brother and me what equipment to buy, which hand to favor, how to get off and how to get away.”
“How old were you?” Allison asked.
“He started us when we were ten, but it was mostly play. Then, when we hit thirteen, he took us as far as we’d let him.”
“Only forty-five miles from here.” Travis shook his head. “I had no idea you were so close.”
“It’s a small world,” Lucky agreed. “My mom even went to high school here in Selena.”
There wouldn’t be a better opportunity, so he looked at Allison and said, “So, you traveled with Tisha. Did you know my brother?”
Allison paled. “Tisha was just beginning to date him when I was bunking with her. Pretty soon I didn’t bunk with her anymore. I went on my own—”
“Came back home,” Fred interrupted.
“—soon after they started getting serious.”
“I tried to warn you about that girl,” Fred said.
Allison’s lips pressed together in a look of agitation Lucky knew all too well. “Dad,” she said. “Leave it be.”
“Is that how Marcus met Natalie Crosby, through Tisha?”
“Natalie knew Marcus?” Allison looked surprised. “Really? I didn’t know.”
This was not the response Lucky was hoping for. He’d been thinking he’d hit pay dirt. Really, who would know better than an ex-roommate of Tisha’s?
“Yeah, I think Natalie knew Marcus. We, the family, are still trying to put together the last few months of his life. He wasn’t at home. We’re not sure where he was staying. Guess it wasn’t here.”
“No,” Travis said. “I’d have known if he was here.”
Lucky’s food arrived. He really wasn’t hungry, but Texas hospitality would keep the Needhams with him as long as he was eating, and he had a lot more questions. He took a bite and said, “They look alike, Tisha and Natalie.”
“That’s ’bout all,” Travis said. “Natalie’s lived here all her life. Tisha just came for summers. All the guys liked Tisha.”
“They like Natalie, too?”
“It was a different kind of like,” Allison said, looking at Lucky with suspicion. It was definitely time to change the subject.
“What happened to Natalie’s leg?” Lucky asked.
Fred answered this one. “The rodeo. All the girls, Allison, Natalie, even Tisha, were into barrel racing.”
“Natalie was great,” Allison said. “When we were fifteen, she could do the clover in twenty seconds. No one else could. Sure made Tisha mad.”
“She fell during the rodeo you just competed in,” Fred said. “Her horse went right and she went left. She landed on one of the barrels. We didn’t know how bad it was until later.”
“She finished the school semester in a wheelchair,” Allison added.
“A few months later,” Fred continued, “her dad sold all the horses. Natalie hasn’t ridden since.”
Lucky pushed his plate away. All that was left was a few crumbs. “She have a boyfriend?”
“Why, you interested?” Allison asked.
The table grew silent, and Lucky shook his head. “Just curious.”
Fred pulled out his wallet and placed some money on the table. “Right now, Natalie doesn’t need any more complications. Not with her dad so recently deceased.” He looked at Lucky. “You do what? Way more than a hundred rodeos a year? Do you even remember the name of the last girl you paid attention to?”
This conversation had definitely taken a turn Lucky wasn’t prepared for. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Fred took that as an answer. Then, he stood and looked at Allison. “It’s about time to set the babysitter free. What say we head home?”
Allison stood, looking relieved, shot Lucky a look he couldn’t read and followed her dad out the door.
“I take it Natalie’s a touchy subject?”
Travis just shook his head. “Not usually, but her father died just a few weeks ago, and some are saying he was having money troubles. Dad thinks she’s in danger of losing her home.”
“What about Robby’s father? Is he helping?”
“No one knows who Robby’s father is.”
Later, Lucky stared out the window of Mary’s room at a full moon. He didn’t get along well with his father, never had, but Lucky couldn’t imagine his dad suddenly being gone. Lucky should have asked more questions about Natalie’s family. He weighed his options. Child support, money for Marcus’s son was no problem, but it would certainly come with strings. His parents, especially his mother, would want to be involved in the child’s life. There were also aunts, uncles, cousins, friends…
Lucky’s last thought, before drifting off to sleep, was just how Marcus had kept this a secret and why?
Natalie stretched. All morning she’d battled fatigue and stress, and wouldn’t you know it, she’d done some of her best work. Glancing at the printout, she then looked at the screen, checked all the spelling and once again made sure the video trailer she’d created took only seconds to load.
She usually didn’t get to work this late in the morning. Usually, by now, she was watching The Wiggles with Robby. She’d been lucky seven years ago, when she’d created a Web site in a high school computer class. The teacher liked her design and introduced her to his wife, who’d started designing Web pages as a stay-at-home job. Natalie and she became business partners. When Natalie got older and her partner had two more children, Natalie took over the business and it grew.
It had paid for college so that her father didn’t have to. It had helped support her and Robby. But it hadn’t covered everything. Natalie needed to gain more clients now.
“Mommy, milk.”
“Sure, Robby. When did you wake up?”
“When my eyes opened.”
She pushed the laptop toward the middle of the table and stood. Julia Child had nothing to worry about. Natalie’s idea of a good breakfast was a pancake she could pop in the microwave and a cold glass of milk.
Robby, a boy of few words in the morning, got himself a plate and paper towel, and then climbed up on Pop Pop’s chair and waited.
A minute later, the newspaper