He shoved the memories to the back of his mind and went to work, doing what he’d been trained to do-discover the trauma and help the doctors make the best decision for the patient. Yes, joy and tenacity were the words that best described Lacey. But her tenacity and smile had her popping up in his mind many times over the years as he watched men complain and beg out of things Lacey would have tackled with joy. She’d been a pain, trying to one-up them in everything, even though she was five years younger and a girl. The last time he’d seen his best friend’s cousin, Lacey had been tagging along after them at the carnival their senior year in high school. He walked closer, caught a whiff only those who associated with cattle tolerated, and peered at her face. The woman was dressed like someone who would be at a rodeo.
Bull rider from the Copper Springs Rodeo.
A disheveled blonde woman in tight jeans and a bloody, ripped, long-sleeved western shirt lay unconscious on the gurney. Jared MacIntyre pushed back the curtain in the ER to tend the bull rider paramedics just brought in.
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