The crowd roared as the rodeo cowboy wrangled the wild bull. Moments later falling off on his back, earning an “ohhh!” From the crowd. Texas was big on rodeos, you just couldn’t understand why. Your friends had picked this instead of rotting in the apartment. Smelling the fried food, children laughing and the cheering of the crowd. Then one rider caught your eye. He seemed to have been doing this for a while, and rode the wild horse like it was nothing. Earning cheers and screaming from some women. You start to understand the hype.

Later after the show, your friends went to get more drinks, and you decided to walk to the stables. It was a moment of peace from the hustle and bustle of fair games and pedestrian traffic.

You walk up to a horse and pet its nose. “Aren’t you a cutie?” You coo at the horse. It gave you a little whinny in return which made you giggle to yourself. Until a deep Texan voice caught you off guard.

“Why thank you.” He chuckled, only kidding. You turn to face him, being a bit frazzled, not expecting anyone to reply. He held out his calloused hand. “Names Joel, Joel Miller.” Why did that name sound so familiar?

You reach your hand out. Then it caught you. He was the horse rider.