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“Maybe,” she admitted, “but it’s all in the attitude, Zach. He’d know if I were trying to break him, and he’d fight back. So I’ll befriend him. I’ll give him what he wants.”
    “What is it that he wants, darlin’?” Zach smiled lazily. “Other than a cow in season.”
    “Ha-ha.” Dusty rolled her eyes. “He wants what any living creature wants. Respect. Understanding.” She swallowed hard. “Love.”
    “Love, huh?” Zach winked at her.
    “Oh, don’t look at me like I have two heads. All creatures want love. And if I give it to him, he won’t hurt me. He won’t want to.”
    “He might.”
    “No, he won’t. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I can tell just by looking at him.”
    “How so?”
    “His eyes. He and I understand each other.”
    “Okay. I guess I’ll accept that answer.”
    “It’s the only one you’re going to get.”
    “Fine. Tell me now, what else do you do to prepare?”
    “I keep myself physically fit, obviously.”
    “Oh, yeah.” He eyed her up and down. “Obviously.”
    “And I visualize. From the time I start preparations in the chute to the time I’m done with the ride, I’m visualizing every possible move and countermove he might make. I see myself as a winner.”
    “You have a lot of confidence.”
    “Not really. I just don’t accept loss as an option.”
    “But loss is a fact of life, darlin’.”
    “Sure it is. But you can’t go into something with that attitude, Zach. You’re a bull rider yourself. You must know that.”
    “Sure, but—”
    “Plus, seeing myself as a winner is the best fear controller there is. So it helps in that respect, too.”
    “Okay.” Zach touched her shoulder. “Your philosophy on bull riding is a little idiosyncratic, but I like it. What do you want to do first?”
    “I’d like to talk to him a little. My voice seems to have a soothing effect on animals, bulls in particular. At least, it has in the past.”
    “Talk away.”
    He smiled. The man had a beautiful set of teeth—no doubt the best orthodontia Jason McCray had been able to buy—framed by those incredible and talented lips.
    “Just don’t expect him to answer.”
    “Funny.” Dusty closed her eyes, mentally releasing all fear and stress from her body. Such a mental wipe was imperative if she wanted the animal to trust her. She breathed deeply, settled herself in her happy place—her grassy meadow at her Montana ranch. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes, walked to the front of Diablo’s pen, made eye contact, and began crooning in the sing-song voice that had met with success in the past. She told the bull what a big strong boy he was, how she wasn’t going to hurt him, to please let her in. Soon, Diablo was her whole universe. Nothing else existed. She begin to sing softly to him, the lullaby her mama used to sing to her years and years ago, before she got sick.
    Over in Killarney
    Many years ago,
    Me mother sang a song to me
    In tones so sweet and low.
    Just a simple little ditty,
    In her good ould Irish way,
    And I’d give the world if she could sing
    That song to me this day.
    Toora loora looral, Toora loora li,
    Toora loora looral, hush now, don’t you cry.
    Toora loora looral, Toora loora li,
    Toora loora looral, that’s an Irish lullaby.
    Oft in dreams I wander
    To that cot again,
    I feel her arms a-huggin’ me
    As when she held me then.
    And I hear her voice a-hummin’
    To me as in days of yore,
    When she used to rock me fast asleep
    Outside the cabin door.
    Toora loora looral, Toora loora li,
    Toora loora looral, hush now, don’t you cry.
    Toora loora looral, Toora loora li,
    Toora loora looral, that’s an Irish lullaby.
    With tears misting in her eyes, Dusty reached out and touched Diablo’s cheek.
    “No!” Zach rushed toward her, tackling her to the ground to get her away from the bull. “He doesn’t like to be touched on his face!”
    “Damn it, Zach!” Dusty sat up and brushed the dirt from her jeans. “I was making