“God, what day is it?” Cassady sits up rubbing her eyes trying to wake up.

“I think it's Friday.” Jessie turns around to face her cousin.

They had gotten in late from the rodeo they had played at. Instead of staying on their tour bus, Cynthia sprung for a nice hotel room for the group. They were worn out from playing two gigs back-to-back and doing a rodeo several days later.