Billie Bob Jones
Scotty King, was one of the directors of the PRCA and I knew him relatively well. As one of the top riders it was no shock I knew the directors. The only thing that worried me was the fact he seemed to be staying in the same hotel as Benedito and I. He was also present during our meeting in New York and I had no idea if he was completely okay with the arrogant billionaire.
"What you doing here? You were never the luxury hotel type," he chuckled as we shook hands.
"Oh Clyde made the reservation for me and he figured I should spoil myself," I lied. Being trapped so far in the closet had made me an expert liar over the years.
"Well he always urges you to take care of yourself. How's your Ma?"
"She's good. Probably off buying herself new boots," we both laughed. Ma had gotten quite famous for her choice in fashion sometimes. "How's the wife and kids?"
