Davy appears to have both horrible and fabulous luck. However, almost all the horrible luck has come from other people who are being paid off by the Bellemonte family, (his mother’s family, whom she ran away from).
These uber rich Cretans having nothing better to do than constantly try to ruin Davy’s bull-riding career by either trying to kill him, ruin his reputation, or bribe someone to kick him off the bull-riding circuit.
Yet, taking down the best bull rider in the world is not so easy. Davy rides for the joy of those eight seconds. And while he has enemies, his generosity, kindness, and amazing ability to stay on the bulls, makes him far stronger than his rich enemies.
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Davy’s Saga, Book 2
Country Western/ Bull Riding
Davy Hill is now married to his beloved, Laurel, and they have a baby on the way. He should be the happiest man on earth, only the slams keep coming. Despite riding like a seasoned pro, once he pays the WBR their share, pays his taxes, his health insurance, and his traveling costs, there’s little left to pay his mortgage on the farm and have food to eat.
When he hurts his hand while shingling the roof of his barn, he and Laurel both are frightened by how close to the edge they are, despite their largess from earlier. Being a bull-rider is a risky career, but it’s all he ever wanted to do. So, despite all the problems, and all the times he gets knocked down, Davy always gets back up, because that’s what a cowboy does!
Never has there been a bull-rider who has more bad and good luck than Davy Hill.
A Letter from his Deceased Great Grandmother
The document was bound in a soft, brown-leather cover with the words ‘The Wishes of Claire Hamilton’ written on the cover in gold letterings.
Claire. His mother must have been named after her.
Laurel snuggled beside him on the couch as he opened the cover and looked at a better dressed, more old-fashioned version of his mother.
“She’s so beautiful!” Laurel said. “Can we frame this?”
Davy nodded. “I’d like to do that. She looks like my mother. And I don’t have any pictures of ma. The bill collectors took everything. We will definitely keep and frame this picture.”
The first page was a handwritten letter from Claire Hamilton.
I am writing to you before you are born and by the time you read it, it shall be a letter from the grave.
I know nothing about you. We’ve never met, but you are my hope for the future. I pray you have grown up strong, yet kind, generous to those who have less, and thoughtful as to how you can make a difference in the lives of others less fortunate.
I was born with a platinum spoon in my mouth, and I know all too well the dangers of wealth. If you remember anything in this letter, let it be this observation:
Our time on Earth will not be judged by the money we make, nor the assets we acquire, but the way we treat the people around us.
And I do not mean just the people at the Polo Club. Every day you pass by a hundred people. Servants, drivers, baggage handlers, doormen, shop girls, and beggars. These people are all important. They have dreams and hopes just like you. Treat them with respect and help them when you can. These are the deeds in which one day your life will be judged.
Davy smiled and caressed the page. “She was just like my mother.”
Laurel leaned her head on his shoulder. “I’m glad she wrote this letter. This gives you a person in your mother’s family you can love.”
Davy nodded and turned the page.
I have instructed my lawyers to allocate my trust among my great-grandchildren. I have no idea how many of you there are or whether you need my money or not.
However, I know too much money is detrimental to a person’s character. I have seen that with my own grandchildren. All but one has been permanently harmed by greed. And I’ve no idea what happened to the one who escaped her gilded cage, but I pray with all my heart she lived and flourished, and her children read this letter.
“She’s talking about your mother,” Laurel said pointing to the line.
Tears welled in Davy’s eyes. Always to the rescue, Laurel pulled out a tissue and dabbed his eyes.
Because of my concerns, I provide you with several options.
You may have your portion of my estate in cash;
You may donate your portion to a charity of your choosing or
You may create a new charity to touch the lives of people who need help. Although this latter option will take more time and effort on your part, I hope some of you will choose to do this. I believe this option will give you the most joy. This is how you change people’s lives for the best.
Davy knew which one he wanted to choose. He looked at Laurel.
She smiled. “Let’s choose the third one.”
He leaned in and kissed her.
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