It was a hot summer day, sweat dripping down your forehead and back; crowds around you screaming and laughing, the perfect day for a rodeo.

You nervously bite your bottom lip as you make your way through the crowds of cowboys and buckle bunnies. The ground was muddy and grassy as you slide around big puddles and crowds to get to your boyfriend’s trailer. He was often participating in the annual rodeo that was close to your house, too close. Jackson had trophies and an unbrakeabke record. No matter how much he won, no matter how many trophies he brought home, no matter how many years he did it, Jackson’s willingness to climb in a wild animal and show it who’s boss always made you nervous. He was the love of your life and according to him, the best thing that ever happened to you.

You walk over to Jackson as he gets on his horse, an Appaloosa, getting ready for his ride. He turns to you with a big, childlike smile on his face.

“Hey trouble? Here to send me off?”