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    A Right Rex Rodeo
    A Right Rex Rodeo
    A Right Rex Rodeo
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    A Right Rex Rodeo

    By Corinna Turner

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    THERE AIN’T NO RODEO LIKE HUNTER RODEO!

    Desperate for some clue about their father’s fate, Darryl and Harry risk attending the Midwinter Hunter Fair with Josh. But after the rodeo, bonfires, and storytelling are over, a dangerous expedition in search of answers may be their only hope. Even though it means venturing into enemy territory—alone.
    Should they risk all on one last attempt—or admit defeat and flee?

    “Beware: this series’ vivid descriptions, heart-pounding drama, and fabulous characters are sure to lure you in.”
    LESLEA WAHL, author of the Blindside series

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCorinna Turner
    Release dateApr 9, 2022
    ISBN9781910806890
    A Right Rex Rodeo
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    Corinna Turner

    Corinna Turner has been writing since she was fourteen and likes strong protagonists with plenty of integrity. She has an MA in English from Oxford University, but has foolishly gone on to work with both children and animals! Juggling work with the disabled and being a midwife to sheep, she spends as much time as she can in a little hut at the bottom of the garden, writing.She is a Catholic Christian with roots in the Methodist and Anglican churches. A keen cinema-goer, she lives in the UK with her Giant African Land Snail, Peter, who has a six inch long shell and an even larger foot!

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      A Right Rex Rodeo - Corinna Turner

      PRAISE FOR CORINNA TURNER’S BOOKS

      LIBERATION: nominated for the Carnegie Medal Award 2016.

      ELFLING: 1st prize, Teen Fiction, CPA Book Awards 2019

      I AM MARGARET & BANE’S EYES: finalists, CALA Award 2016/2018.

      LIBERATION & THE SIEGE OF REGINALD HILL: 3rd place, CPA Book Awards 2016/2019.

      Corinna Turner was awarded the St. Katherine Drexel Award in 2022.

      PRAISE FOR ELFLING

      I was instantly drawn in

      EOIN COLFER, author of Artemis Fowl and former Children’s Laureate of Ireland.

      PRAISE FOR A RIGHT REX RODEO

      I’ve long been curious about what sparked Corinna Turner’s imagination to somehow think of writing a series that combines faith, action, and dinosaurs. Whatever ignited her creativity, the result is the raptorously fantastic unSPARKed series. The short episodic formula used in these books brilliantly unfolds the story in quick, fast-paced segments.

      In A Right Rex Rodeo, Darryl and Harry continue the search for their father with dino-hunter Josh. I’m always impressed with the fictional worlds that Corinna Turner creates. This particular book is full of these Turner-esque details as the teens take a little time out of their roaming to attend a rodeo—not just any rodeo—a dinosaur rodeo. While I loved the fascinating in-depth look into the dino-hunter world, the edge-of-your-seat action kept me turning the pages.

      Beware: this series’ vivid descriptions, heart-pounding drama, and fabulous characters are sure to lure you in, as well.

      LESLEA WAHL, author of the Blindside series

      A Right Rex Rodeo is a satisfying next installment in the series, with a rodeo, lots of dinosaurs and other dangers, and more details about the fascinating dino-hunter culture Corinna Turner has created.

      MARIE C. KEISER, author of Heaven’s Hunter

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      A RIGHT REX RODEO

      CORINNA TURNER

      Copyright 2022 Corinna Turner

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      CONTENTS

      1: DARRYL

      2: HARRY

      3: JOSHUA

      4: DARRYL

      5: HARRY

      6: JOSHUA

      7: HARRY

      8: DARRYL

      9: HARRY

      10: DARRYL

      11: HARRY

      12: DARRYL

      13: HARRY

      14: DARRYL

      15: HARRY

      16: JOSHUA

      17: DARRYL

      18: JOSHUA

      19: HARRY

      20: DARRYL

      21: HARRY

      22: JOSHUA

      23: DARRYL

      24: HARRY

      25: JOSHUA

      26: DARRYL

      27: HARRY

      28: DARRYL

      29: HARRY

      30: JOSHUA

      31: HARRY

      I AM MARGARET Sneak Peek

      Other Books by Corinna Turner

      About the Author

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      Boring Legal Bit

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      A RIGHT REX RODEO

      CORINNA TURNER

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      DARRYL

      If only we’d had some hint of...of anything concerning Dad. Who took him. Where he is. Even simply whether he’s still alive. If they catch us before we’ve rescued him...ransomed him...whichever...Josh will go to prison for nothing.

      But we’ve no leads. Not a thing. Ow, I’m tugging my long brown braid far too hard. Stupid. As Dad would say: Darryl, my girl, that won’t help a rat’s tail. We can’t do anything we’re not already doing, and that’s that. Even if all we’re doing is staying free and letting Josh’s friends keep their ears open.

      The more I learn about hunter economics the more I appreciate what Josh is giving up for us. Hunters are obsessed with saving—saving for expensive repairs to their habitat vehicles, for replacement gear, saving for that dreaded day when they need a whole new HabVi and, even, like Technicolor ’Vi, saving for that long-dreamt-of time when they can own their own camp. But, thanks to our fugitive status, the Wilson HabVi has been running at subsistence level for months; no savings for Josh. He feels so like family now it doesn’t seem strange that he thinks helping us is worth it, but we sure are grateful.

      Summer is long gone. Well, not really. But Harry and I grew up in the snug Franklyn farmhouse and, living in the Wilson habitat vehicle, you really feel the difference. For my seventeenth birthday in August we met up with Technicolor HabVi to have a cook-out with West, Thiago, and Ed in blazing sunshine.

      September came, and the nights turned cold. For Josh’s nineteenth birthday last week, we ate inside, with rain hammering on the metal roof. Now we’re dodging mud deep enough to get bogged in, as well as staying away from anywhere Highway Patrol might roam.

      Josh did keep telling me and Harry that summer was the comfy season. This winter could be long and hard, considering how little contact we’re able to have with anyone else. The Child Protective Services are still after Darryl and Harry Franklyn, can you believe, even after all these months? I’d admire Fernanda Matthews’ perseverance if she wasn’t trying to ruin our lives and get our dad killed. She’s determined to lock up Harry and me in-city because we’re ‘too young’ to be working out here for Josh.

      The ’Vi heaves over the pass, the pivoting double rear axles handling the sharp ridge effortlessly, and then our nose is pointing downhill again after two hours of uphill climbing.

      When are you gonna teach me to drive this thing? Harry asks Josh.

      "Going to," I mutter. Heck, by the time we find Dad, Harry’s going to be speaking fluent Hunter.

      "Josh says gonna."

      Josh is a hunter. That’s what hunters say.

      We’re hunters now.

      Temporarily.

      Harry snorts. Josh takes his brown eyes from the slope to flick me a searching look—oh no, have I offended him?—but after a second he just gives me an understanding smile. Phew.

      It’s not that I don’t like hunting. Actually, I’m kinda loving this life. But acting like—accepting that—we are hunters now, not farmers, feels like giving up on ever saving Dad. I’m not ready to do that. At least Josh gets it.

      You’ve let Darryl drive twice, Harry persists.

      "He gave me two lessons—and on better terrain than this, Harry." I jerk my head down the craggy slope.

      "I don’t mean right now. But if driving the ’Vi really is so very different than a tractor or farm truck, shouldn’t I know for...for emergencies?" Harry keeps the whine from his voice—he’s very good at acting grown-up now and avoiding disapproving looks from Josh—but I know he’s just coming up with any reason he can think of. We spent Harry’s fourteenth birthday in June hiding in a canyon under heavy camouflage while helicopters quartered the area for three days. Josh reckoned it was military training and nothing to do with us—but we hid anyway.

      Josh nods seriously in response to Harry’s question, the faint curl in his untidy black hair making it bounce. Any day now he’s going to ask me to cut it before it gets in his gun sight—and I’d better do Harry’s, too. It is, he replies. And you’re right, it’s time I trained you both. No crisis is improved by rolling the ’Vi belly-up, that’s for sure.

      Rolling the ’Vi belly up is a crisis—there’s a whole procedure Josh has taught us to deal with it. But shock, delight, and triumph dart over my little brother’s face as he grins at me. I can’t help smiling in return.

      And get ready for handicraft making, adds Josh, with a sly grin at Harry, who is known not to be looking forward to this. ’Tis the season.

      Harry rolls his green eyes but is clearly too excited about the driving to care.

      The season...will we spend Christmas in the ’Vi? Without Dad? Birthdays without him were weird enough.

      You should be keen to practice your crafts, Josh adds, then you can enter the competitions at the Midwinter Fair. Though... His face falls. I guess we won’t go to that this year.

      Despite Josh’s last words, Harry’s face lights up with interest. He opens his mouth—just as Josh stamps on the brakes so hard that we’re all flung forward against our chest harnesses, which Josh is very firm about keeping on in this mountainous terrain. Kiko screeches, half-falling, half-fluttering from my shoulder onto the dashboard in a flurry of wing-limbs but landing unhurt.

      Josh?

      Shoulders tense, his eyes fixed on something in the valley far, far below, Josh backs up until we’re behind a crag, then cuts the engine.

      "Misfire, did they see us? he mutters, then snaps, Get up the turret and cover me!"

      With that, he opens the driver’s door and leaps out.

      Josh? I yelp, horrified. Okay, we’ve been keeping our eyes open, quartering our surroundings, as we drive, but we haven’t checked properly for danger.

      Flat on the ground, he crawls forward to peer around the crag, down into the valley. Just cover me! he snarls into his ScreamerBand. We’ve gotta know if they saw us!

      I’m already grabbing my rifle from beside the seat and dashing up to the turret, raising the windows. Heck, this is a terrible spot to go out-Vi, tucked down between rocky outcrops like this. There’s cover for critters to creep up all around. I reach for the drone controls, then hesitate.

      "And don’t launch the drone! Josh’s voice comes from my ScreamerBand again. They might see it."

      "What the short-circuiting fences is going on?" says Harry, as the two of us take half each and keep the best watch we can with such a limited field of vision. At least there are unlikely to be any large carni’saurs this high up, but a pair of deinons or a pack of velociraptors are a big threat to one person.

      Language, Harry, I chide, half-heartedly since Josh just swore too. Clearly there’s something dangerous down there and Josh doesn’t want to take his eyes off it.

      What is it?

      I shrug. Probably someone, not something, but there can’t possibly be a highway patrol vehicle way out here and, anyway, Josh has never reacted this badly to one. There’s nothing more to say until

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