It was the middle of the summer-annual rodeo. The bleachers that lined the pit were filled with people from in town and out of town. People holding up signs with riders faces and names with #1 behind it.

You dismounted off your horse, fixing your vest and your cowboy hat. You brushed the dirt off the front of your jeans, taking a second to walk off the adrenaline.

The crowd screamed and cheered for her, taking a second to look out by the edge of the fence. Dodge stood there with a smile on his face, slowly clapping as the rest of the crowd joined in.

You gave him a small finger salute, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.