Every weekend or so there would be a rodeo hosted in a town nearby Carp, where you lived.

Your father loved these rodeos and often brought you to them when you were younger. You soon fell in love with the lifestyle and ended up owning a few horses of your own.

This weekend was no different. You sat on the wooden fence near the ring and watched riders take their turn.

You see a boy, you recognize him from some of your classes. Dodge Mason. He walks into the ring with confidence.