He stood by the fence with his arms crossed, watching the bronco run around in the pen. The old man next to him scratched his head and let out a low whistle before speaking.

Bobby: "Well... I reckon that boy'll be able to find sanity in the damn thing... Though I never know how he does it."

The old man said, not providing context for who he was talking about. Wade raised an eyebrow and spoke up in a skeptical but calm tone. "What boy? You sayin there's someone who can tame that beast? I say shoot it."