“Doctor said it was just some bruising. Besides, I knew I’d feel better after I blew off some steam.” He rubs his knuckles, and I nod in understanding.

“Thanks for cleaning up. What do I owe you? You and your friends did me a favor by holding these guys for the sheriff to haul off. I’d like to find a way to thank you for it.”

“When I heal up, I’d like a chance to compete again in the Circle C.”

“You got it,” I say, not hesitating. He deserves another chance after getting screwed over.

“And I’d like a job.”

“What?” both Maguire and I say at the same time.

“I’m tired of getting my ass kicked in the arena. I want to work for the best, and in my opinion, that’s you, Bronco.”

I look at Maguire, and he shrugs like it’s my decision. I suppose it is, but I’m not exactly sure where we could put Jericho.

“I have a degree in accounting, but I’m happy to muck stalls if that’s what it will take to get signed on here.”

“Accounting, huh?” I think about Tracy never having any backup or having someone to help her in the office to have a day off. Maybe getting her an assistant might ease up some of the work she’s been carrying all this time. “All right, Jericho. You can have your last night in the arena, and then I’ll put you to work.”

“Thanks, Bronco,” he says, shaking my hand. “I won’t let you down.”

“I expect you won’t,” I say, and he and Maguire go over to where the injured guys are sitting on the ground. That’s when I turn to the sheriff. “So what about those assholes?”

“I think we can keep this quiet, but the real problem is Walker. I went out to his trailer with Maguire this morning, but he was gone. It wasn’t too long ago either, because when Maguire used his key to go inside, the coffee pot was still warm.”

“I told him he was supposed to get the hell out of town the night I bought the Circle C.” I narrow my eyes on the front doors and see the brand-new security cameras flashing. “I bet he took one look at the new security system and didn’t try anything after hours. He could sneak in easily enough when the event was going on, but he couldn’t get in after everything was locked up.”

“Is there anything he could want from you besides the money?”

“No, I paid him over what he was asking, and the deal was for him to get the fuck out of town.”

The sheriff rubs his chin like he’s thinking it over. “There’s got to be something. Why else would he hang around? He most likely put the wild bull in to cause a scene and make the event look bad. If he could scare riders away from the Circle C, then you’d have a hard time keeping the lights on. But it feels like he was doing it to distract you or the boys from something.”