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May 8th, Saturday

Circle Dub Ranch, Hollow Rock, Utah

Rhett

“Who’s watchin’ Joey tonight, Rhett?” Chase Walker asks from his spot ten feet away, atop the fence rail to one of the paddocks on his parents’ ranch, Circle Dub

We’ve known each other since ere in diapers and went through school together at only a year apart, but our lives these days couldn’t be anya living as a bucking bronc rider, and I’s I’hter, Josephine, and he’s a single guy with a laundry list of rodeo cowgirls he’d like to work through by the time his birthday hits

Yeah Completely different lives

Still, he’s a good friend, and nights out like this for o of all the pressure of being a single father and a boss and just have a good fucking time

“My ht with her once aher that there’s more to life than dirt and horse shit”

“There is?” Lynn, another bronc rider frouy I’ve only rantly “Maybe that’s ht me that”

“You’ve got a helluva lot more probleer bull rider fro out with for the first ti to Mandy Waters, one of the pants”

“What?” Lynn retorts “She said that shit?”

Chase and Cutter just laugh and take swigs of their beers

“Who is Mandy Waters?” I ask, and Chase smirks over at me

“She’s the exact kind of woman you’ve been known to despise”

I quirk my brow “What do you mean?”