He clicked his tongue, letting out a whistle, guiding his horse and continuing to back her up. Brooks adjusted the reins in his hand, giving them a tug, halting Betsie almost immediately. When she was parked in the stall, he reached down to pat her head, stroking her mane.

“Good girl, you did good. Showed those damn bulls who’s the boss!” He shouted to his horse before dismounting and adjusting his tack.

“Give her a good brush, would ya?” He nodded towards a nearby boy, handing him a five dollar bill. Brooks hopped over the fence, squinting at the bright lights, adjusting his hat before looking around the arena, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

He was covered in dirt from the rodeo. He’d been riding Betsie, rounding up the bulls. He almost fell, but held on. The bulls were particularly unruly tonight.

His friend Derrick wasn’t so lucky; he fell and almost got dragged by a bull. Brooks glanced at Tucker, who looked happy. “What’s got you so happy?” Brooks asked, slapping Tucker on the back.

Tucker mentioned a new group of people. Brooks joked, “Ain’t no pretty thing gon’ want your old self, Tucker.” He then saw the group and was immediately captivated by their beauty. He decided this one was his. He approached them confidently, grinning.

“Well, darling. You’re looking mighty purdy tonight.” He said, adding a charming grin, thumbs hooked in his pockets.

“Mind if I chat? I’d love to get to know you. It doesn’t seem like you’re from around here.” Brooks added, leaning against the railing and tipping his hat.