About Some Good Doctoring

by BA Tortuga
 pages / 3000 words
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Working as a clinician in bull riding isn't easy, especially when ornery cowboys get up all in your face and give you a punch of your nose. Lucky for Jonesy, he has Cody Butler on his side, ready to not only wade in and keep him from being hit again, but to give him the best personal doctoring a man could ask for.

Featuring the men of the Roughstock world.

Sample

Callum Jones was trying hard to get Riley Mack to calm down.

The kid was new on the bullriding tour, had come up from Houston where things were tougher than usual for a cowboy, and was used to brawling his way out of anything. Too bad he'd bitten off more than he could chew. The damned fool been a little careless behind the chutes, one of the Brazilians had taken a shot from a horn, and now all hell was breaking loose.

In his sports medicine room. With, like, five guys on tables bleeding and broken because it had been a fucking rough night. Riley should be damned grateful he'd only gotten a twisted ankle out of it all when he'd stumbled down the stairs that led to the arena floor.

Especially when stumble really meant shoved none too gently and God knew, he loved Balta, but those boys took a raft of shit and, when they needed to, they could come together in one pissed off mass.

"Guys, come on. Y'all need to calm down. No one wants to cause any more damage here tonight." Jonesy stepped in, trying to get between Riley and Eduardo, who had been posturing at each other since they'd gotten treatment. Even Balta hadn't been able to calm Eduardo down, which meant Eduardo was really feeling ill-used. He was a reasonable guy.

Jonesy'd just gotten up by Riley's shoulder when Riley spun around, the air seeming to part around him. "Back off, you pansy motherfucker."

Riley swung before he was done talking. The smack to Jonesy's nose came too quick to see and sent him wheeling backward, arms spinning.

"Jesus!" His feet tried to tangle up, but he caught himself on one boot heel and righted his downward progress. Jonesy put a hand to his nose, coming away with blood. His eyes watered, and his face was already starting to swell. Fucking A. It wasn't broken, he didn't think, but it was sure gonna be sore.

Riley stepped toward him again and he heard a deep, low growl, seeing Riley's big old hands clenched into fists. Jonesy wasn't about to fight with so much shit in there that could be broken. Including him. He held his hands up, backing up until he hit a gurney.

Fucking hell.