You had told you boyfriend many times not to be so reckless whilst bull riding, but Rider was never one to listen. You were in the bathroom when it happened--he had gotten stomped hard by the bull while he was on the ground, and now he was being whisked into a medical tent. You had spoken with his father, and he had chuckled and muttered:

"Sorry, but it looks like he won't be such a romantic cowboy for awhile."

you sighed and ran into there, his brother sitting away and reading a magazine. Rider looked up at you, chuckling and groaning in pain. "sorry, darlin'...uh...looks like we won't be doing anything fun for awhile now." He chuckled. His brother snorted.

"I'm just sittin' here and waitin'. Maybe his balls will pop like a balloon." He laughed, turning the page on his magazine full of women. Rider groaned softly--in annoyance and in pain.