Eat Dirt

Chapter 1

Madison and I were blasting music on the road. I was driving and she was in the passenger seat.

"I'm hell on heels, say what you will, I done what made the devil a deal!" We shouted the Hell on Heels lyrics.

Currently, we were driving to the rodeo in Dallas Texas. We were both running barrels and I was doing bull riding.

I finally pulled up to the fair grounds after the hours of driving the truck and trailer. We had switched back and forth so we both could rest.

"We're here!" Madison yelled, unbuckling.

"Finally!" I said, driving in. There were many people here already despite the rodeo starting in two days. Men and women unpacking their camp for the weekend and cows being pushed around in the back pen.

I found an open spot after a long while of searching and parked in the middle of the gravel lane. Madison hopped out and stood at the back of the parking spot to direct me in. Backing in this long ass trailer was hard but I had mastered the skill.

I slowly began to back the truck and trailer up, Madison directing me and I finally got it straight. Cutting the engine, I put the keys in the back pocket of my jeans, straightened out my hat and rodeo crop top with a bucking bull.

I hopped out, my cowboy boots hitting the gravel. It was pretty warm out today in the Texas summer heat. At least it was somewhat early in the morning.

"Alright, let's get the horses to the pens," I said. We rented a pen for our two horses. My grullo paint and her palomino quarter horse.

Madison opened the back of the trailer and the horses nickered at us. Madison got her mare, Tennessee, out as she was in front. She walked out and I walked in. I opened the divider and pinned it.

Tulsa nickered. "Hey bud," I said, patting his neck before untying his lead rope from the trailer ring and turning him around, I walked him out.

"I think they're over there," Madison said. I nodded and we walked down with our horses in hand to the pens.

We avoided other people and horses as well as trucks and trailers. We walked across the parking spots to the back where there were red square and circle horse pens at. There were some unoccupied ones and most were filled up with either one or a few horses.

I think there may have been an option to pay more for your horses to stay in a stable area but our horses didn't need that. We led them inside and left them there.

"I'll get water and some hay, you start setting up our little area," I told Madison.

"Eye, eye captain," she fake saluted.

"Oh shut up," I rolled my eyes. We walked back to the trailer together and I collected water buckets and hay bags.

Two water buckets were on one arm, two hay bags on the other.

I walked to the faucet that was near the pens where I saw someone who had a baseball hat on, jeans and a plaid shirt with his sleeves rolled up. He was quiet muscular, tall and had brown hair. He was lookin' pretty fine.

He filled up two water buckets and grabbed them, turning around to where I was waiting for the faucet. "Need any help with that?" He asked.

"Nope," I said, popping the P before putting the buckets down and turning on the faucet with a bucket under one.

The man shrugged and walked off. I quickly ran over to the pen where Tulsa and Tennessee were. I threw the hay bags over and tied them. The horses immediately took interest in the hay.

I then quickly ran back to where my bucket was filling up. It was overflowing. Welp.

I poured some of the water into the other bucket before placing it under the faucet. I hated setting up and packing up things for rodeos. It was a pain in the ass.

When the bucket was almost full, I shut the faucet off and grabbed the buckets. I was pretty good at not spilling water anymore. Also, I was stronger.

I set the two buckets down, opened the pen gate, picked up the buckets again and brought them to the railing where I tied them on with bucket clips. "Alright you two, behave yourselves," I said to the horses.

I then walked out of the pen and went to join Madison in helping set up. By now, I was sweating a bit from the heat. "Did you get Koda out of the truck?" I asked. Koda was my female blue heeler and also my great companion.

"Yeah, she's in the living quarters of the trailer," Madison said. I nodded and walked over to the door of the living quarters. Koda was in there who wagged her docked tail. It was like a little nub and it was very cute when she wagged her tail.

"Hi little Kodi Wodi," I said in a baby voice. I cleared the entrance and she hopped out. I got Koda three years ago when she was a puppy and trained her very well. She knows many tricks and shit and also to stay close.

Our saddle pads and bridles were in the back of the truck and our saddles were on a rack in the living quarters. I let Koda wander around our little set up while I grabbed our two saddle racks out of the truck and stationed them where the horses once were. During shows we turned that space into our little tack room.

Madison then grabbed her saddle and I grabbed mine. We both put them onto the racks off to the side and then grabbed our saddle pads and bridles, hanging them up as well.

After we set up everything we hi-fived each other. "I'm breakin' a sweat here," Madison said.

I laughed a bit. "Yeah, me too. I might give Tulsa a bath in a bit," I said.

"Alright. I think Carson is pulling up. I may go see him. I'll let you know if I end up staying with him tonight. You don't mind, right? I mean, there is only little space in the living quarters anyway," she said. Carson is her boyfriend.

"Oh yeah! Go for it. Have fun. But not too much fun. You can rodeo with him some other time," I winked.

"Oh god, Malaya," she said, turning on her heels to walk away. "But no promises," she winked before giggling as she walked off.

I rolled my eyes. That girl.

Koda

A/N

First chapter!

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