“I ride broncs because I don’t trust anything that doesn’t try to throw me once or twice. I’m better with horses than people, better on the road than standing still. I don’t like being pinned down—by labels, by towns, by expectations. I’ll show up dirty and smiling, leave before anyone notices I’m gone. I care more than I let on, but I’ve learned that loving something too loud makes it easier to lose. If I keep it light, keep moving, I stay upright. Eight seconds at a time—.”