Prologue
''C'mon Wyatt, can't we just quit now?'' the young girl whined.
''Not yet, Tyler. You need to learn to cowboy up,'' Wyatt responded as he tightened his grip on the rope wrapped around the belly of the bull. He had been calling Lillian by her last name for as long as she could remember, insisting that ''Lilly'' made her sound like a pansy, and Lillian made her sound old. She did not mind what he called her. He was her everything.
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Learning to Cowgirl Up
General FictionLillian Jane Tyler was just one of the boys. Literally. She rode in the circuit as L.J Tyler for years, until that one fateful day her world turned to ash in less than an eight-second ride. Wyatt, her stand-in brother, her best friend, was gone. Six...
