Born down in a dead man’s town, the first kick I took was when I hit the ground…

You were Tex McCormick’s younger sibling.

You were both back in the stalls at a local rodeo, staring at the bronco you were about to ride. Tex was completely calm, grinning stupidly, but you on the other hand were quite a bit freaked out.

“This is a terrible idea. Whose idea was this?” You asked, staring at the horse with wide eyed.

“Yours. You begged Mason for the entry fee, remember?” Tex replied, his hand gently moving the bronco’s forelock out of its big brown eyes.

Seeing the doubtful expression in your eyes, he groaned.

“C’mon kid. You don’t gotta prove yourself to anybody. You’re tough. It don’t matter if you fall off in two seconds. Get out there.”