I locked the doors, as I usually do, and made my way to the locker room. "Closing up!" I announced, and heard an "OK, I'm dressed in answer." I entere... and we looked at each other for an embarrassed moment, and then I mumbled, "Could I see it again?" He seemed surprised, then unsure, but finally said sure. "No one else is here," I said. "And I locked the doors." Perhaps this was a risky thing to do, admitting to a man I hardly knew that we were alone in a locked building, but this seemed more. Dont worry about it, okay? Lets go, Dean. I tried leading him out the door, but he resisted, dodging away from my hand as if it were something foul. Dont touch me, you slut. Dean, I swear to God, if you… Riley, please… I tried again, but it was useless. Dean pushed me out of the way, keeping himself between me and Riley. You got something to say to me? Though Riley normally stood up straight, he somehow managed to raise himself in such a way that he grew even taller. Something dark seemed to. The riders might or might not get hurt in the process, but that was their problem. After all, they had started the trouble.My first shot was a good one. A horse fell in front of another one, and that horse fell, too. Two down, and the Indians were now looking for me. I shot all 14 rounds that I had in the rifle magazine and knocked over seven of the nine horses before they could get to me. The other two horses were shot by the men in the wagon, so we now had four unhorsed Comanches.Talk about. I told her I'd be glad to. She had wanted to come to Reno, but she had made commitments some time ago and couldn’t break them. I wanted her with me. I knew she would enjoy being around some of the other barrel racers that she knew and she could give me some advice about the Red Lodge rodeo. It would be fun. At this point what I didn’t know was that I would see a side of my Mom I had never known, or even suspected. I had seen all the pictures of my Mom when she was on the barrel racing.