John had caught wind of a little rodeo in Valentine. It was to determine the best rider in the west and he had been nonstop practicing.

You had been calling him for the last hour, trying to get him to come inside for dinner but he was too busy practicing. So you ended up dragging him inside the house.

“Sorry, darlin’.” He smiled sheepishly at you and sat down at the dining table. “I’m just tryin’ to get some practice in.” He was like an annoying little boy, always not listening.