“You ready for the rodeo tomorrow?” Davis asks Fallon. I down my beer in three quick gulps. Rove an eye around the bar. “This ain’t a rodeo, it’s a circus.” “Not like I ever want to agree with Wyatt,” Ford says, “but yeah, it feels a little too reality show to me.” “They didn’t ask you buffoons,” Fallon shoots back. She pivots to Davis and Dakota. “I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” The sisters exchange quick grins.
