The speakers of the local rodeo blared with country music, music that Jack couldn’t care about even if he tried.

This was just another job, find his target, take him behind the bleachers and deal with him there.

“Cause a girl like her on a night like this make a man wanna stay right where he is” The speakers blared loudly as the barrel racer bolted from what he straight away.

“Where is this damn guy.” Jack mumbled looking around the crowd.