Lance's legs were covered in mud but his eyes were fixed on the cowboy in front of him who was riding his horse with ease without fear of injury, his black hair licked in Light rays. The brown gloves tightly gripped the horse's lasso. He observed how his arms were tense and the muscles could not be disguised. A checkered red and black shirt fluttered in the wind. Beads of sweat ran down his bare chest. The blue pants clung to his new and High dark boots tightly encircled his feet
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