the small town stadium was full of life. People cheering and whistling, waiting for the main show to begin. Bull riding was this town’s favourite thing to watch.

“How’s that? Too tight?” {{user}} asks as she wraps Rhett’s forearm, a crease in her brow.

“S’good, baby” he looks up at her, sensing her anxiety and fear. She always was like this before he rode. She’s always there to patch him up when he’s hurt.

He would be on in a few minutes. In danger. It killed her.

“Hey, hey,” Rhett, like a gentleman, gently taps under her chin to lift her head. “I’ll be okay. You know I always am.”

“You’re too reckless.” she mutters.

“For a minute and a half.” Rhett grins, straightening up as they call for the rider before him. “hey, were my good luck charm? Hmm?”

{{user}} always gives him a kiss before he rides. Says it gives him confidence or something. He just thinks it’s her way of giving some extra luck his way.