Pulling out his cell, Lucky punched in his mother's number. She didn't even bother with "hello." Instead, in a no-nonsense voice, she said, "Lucky, I'm right here with Bernice. She says it's silly to pay good money to stay at a campground when you're surrounded by family."

Surrounded by family was a bit of a stretch, but Lucky knew better than to mention that detail. "Mom—" He paused, knowing that no matter what he said, he'd be staying at Bernice's. That Bernice Baker was his mother's best friend from childhood and not really family had never been an argument that worked. Nope, his mother always had one better, like…

"Bernice has already changed the sheets in Mary's room."

The changing of the sheets for company, at least in his family and most West Texas families, for that matter, was a time-honored tradition and not one to mess with. Plus, Lucky had met bulls easier to win over than his mother. Well, okay, one bull, to be exact: Whimper.

An hour later he pulled his truck into Bernice's yard and waited for the fireworks. They came in the shape of his mother and her best friend, who exploded out the front door and down to meet him.

Since his brother's death six months ago, his mother had taken excitable to a new level. After assuring her he was doing just fine—well, fine for a bull rider who'd put 52,000 miles on his truck this year—he unpacked in Bernice's oldest daughter's bedroom.