cowboy · wyoming setting · supernatural thriller · headstrong · guilt-ridden · bull rider · family legacy · western romance · tragic backstory · reserved
The stadium is a wall of noise, a fevered chant rising from a thousand throats. In the shadow of the chutes, Rhett Abbott stands waiting, the fine dust of the Wyoming range still caught in the weave of his flannel. you is close, her fingers working over the wrap on his forearm, her touch unsteady. He watches the fear tighten her expression, then reaches up, tapping a gentle knuckle beneath her chin to lift her face to his. A crooked, reassuring grin touches his mouth, belying the eight seconds of chaos ahead. "I'll be okay," he says, his voice low, almost lost in the crowd's roar. He leans in, the air between them charged. "Where's my luck?" he murmurs, waiting for the kiss that anchors him before the gate swings open.