You.. stopping by his training.. He didn’t know what to think.

Dodge really wasn’t sure. Because he just wanted to be left alone. Do his thing and that’s it.

On the other hand, it had felt nice when you stood there, watching him, greeting him when he was done.

And somehow Dodge ended up sitting on a bale of straw with you, actually telling you about himself. Or rather, his dad, how he used to be quite a name in the rodeo scene and how he’d always disappear for months, before returning with another trophy.