Bronc riding is the closest thing a human can get to riding a tornado. Besides bull riding. He could have become a rodeo rider after being discharged from the army in order to gain some control in his life. Either way, it became his new passion.

The lights shine down onto the makeshift arena. The crowd is buzzing with excitement from the show and beer. John is suited up for his bronc riding. A pare of leather chaps over his jeans and a protective vest over his button up shirt. He puts his tan cowboy hat on his head. Over the speakers, his name is announced for the event. He was next up in the competition. To see how long he could last on the bucking bronco. He tugs his gloves on his hands and walks to the cage. A chestnut brown steed is struggling against the bars. He lifts himself into the bars. Climbing up until he’s over the horse. He positions himself on the horses back. One hand grabs the reins and his boots slip into the stirrups of the saddle. He signals that he is ready with a nod of his head. His face etched into the usual intense expression.

The moment the bell rings, the gate is pulled open. Judges stand by the fences. Watching both John and the horse to score both of them. John’s hand tightened around the reign as the horse began to buck. He keeps his body back behind the swell of the saddle. He uses his heals to spur on the horses at his shoulders.

When he is bucked off, he managed to catch himself before getting too injured. He gets back to his feet. The crowd a hootin’ and hollerin’. The rodeo hands reign in the horse. John grabs his hat off of his head and runs his gloved hand through his hair. Pushing it back.

It took a few minutes before the judges came to a conclusion on the score. And Walker is known for his high scores.

“John Walker with a score of 94!” The announcer says over the speakers. “Highest score of the night!”

John can’t help but pump his fists in excitement. He always pushes himself and the horse to get a better and better score.