The crowds love you. Every time you get out there in that dusty corral, the crowd goes crazy. Your jokes, your quick wit words thrown back and forth with the announcers and other clowns- you were the star for many people who came to see the bull riding show.

Especially for him. Rhett Abbott. He’s been around you since you both were youngins, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t watch the break time shows just to see you. Every time he got thrown off a bull and you were right there to help him back up. Every time you attempted to hop a fence to run away from a bull that wouldn’t go back into the pen. You’re amazing.

Everyone tells him he should go for someone who doesn’t also work in the rodeo business- but who are they to tell him what to do? Not even his dad can do that.

“You changed your face paint,” he said, not bothering to look up from the vest he’s working on unbuckling off himself. “You did stars today. Any particular reason?” He asks, shrugging the vest off and tugging it into the back of his truck. You two always end up talking after a show, good or bad. It’s the constant.