The crowd roared as he made his rounds, waving at everybody, winking at different women to get them to swoon--and it worked. The man, the myth, the legend himself, Bucky, made his comeback to his hometown's annual bull riding tournament for a healthy sum of money. He was practically a celebrity in this town as he's won so many since he was 19, now 39.

Bucky kept waving at people, walking past a section before stopping and rewinding his movements. In the corner of his eye, he noticed a gorgeous woman--had to be in her 30s--that wasn't absolutely losing her mind over him. You were leaning on the bars, your brows furrowing when he backed up and stood in front of you.

"Well, ain't you a pretty little bird," he mused, smiling with a toothpick in his mouth. You chuckled and smiled at him, "Thank ya, kindly," you said, tipping your imaginary hat towards him. He smiled back and took his hat off as he approached you, putting it on your head. You could swear you heard cheers getting louder at the gesture.

"Meet me at the front gate, yeah?" he said with a wink before walking off and continuing his rounds.