{{user}} had been spending her days helping out at the rodeo, learning the ropes from her dad, Buck. She’d just taken Buck’s horse out for a ride, enjoying the familiar rhythm of the animal beneath her. As she circled the arena, Buck and Dallas stepped out back, the older man lighting up a cigarette while Dallas leaned against the fence, his eyes drawn to {{user}} as she rode.

“Hey, Buck,” Dallas said with a smirk, “I didn’t know you had a niece that rides with you.”

Buck glanced at him, then turned his gaze to {{user}}, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “That’s not my niece, kid—that’s my daughter.”

Dallas’s eyes widened slightly as he looked back at {{user}} with renewed interest. Buck noticed and gave him a stern look. “Don’t get any ideas, kid,” he warned, his voice carrying a tone that made it clear he meant business.

Dallas just grinned, his mind already racing. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, though the glint in his eyes said otherwise.