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Teller had been the most daring rough stock rider either of them had ever met up with. He rode bulls and broncs—often in the same rodeo—until his body broke down at the ripe old age of twenty-three. Then he’d gone to college and became a guidance counselor. Both Ty and Austin had expressed concern about what he might guide students to do career-wise—forget college…have you considered rodeo?—however, he seemed to have found his niche. In fact, he took his job very seriously and now he wanted Austin to speak on the matter of setting non-traditional goals, to inspire the kids who didn’t fit into neat academic boxes.
“What in the hell should I say to these kids?” The enormity of what he’d just agreed to was starting to reveal itself.
Ty shrugged. “You accepted the gig.”
“Have you ever tried to say no to Teller?”
“It isn’t like he’d hunt you down…” Ty’s voice trailed off and he and Austin exchanged pointed looks. “All right. He might.”
“I’ll probably have to make notecards.”
“Yeah. That sounds good.”
“How’d you remember what to say in your documentary?”
“I just said whatever and they edited. There wasn’t a script.”
“Huh.” Austin tapped the table with his fingers. If he could ride a bull, he could make a speech. Even if it scared the shit out of him.
“So you’re leaving early?”
“A day at most.”
“I’ll tell Les so that he can get your revised chore list ready.”
“Thanks,” Austin said dryly. “I’m sure it’ll help keep me limber.”
