Howdy Cowboy. ★ DNF FIC

★ BARRELS

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Where the Wild Things Are -
Luke Combs

3rd Person POV

The morning sun was up, beaming in all its glory, ready to bring heat to Laredo. Animals in the barn waiting for their owners to wake up and give them their breakfast. Everything was running like clockwork today, that's how George likes it, something he can do everyday without fail, a lovely routine that plays itself over and over, nothing to ruin the flow of his restless mind. George was up early, getting the animals their yummy protein when something unexpected to the brit occurred...

"GERG!" a voice shrieked, followed by banging on the barn walls and heavy running as the mystery person took off.

That's out of the ordinary. The routine was ruined, The brunette waltzed out with a pissy facial expression, ready to yell at the men who ruined his almost perfect morning chores. Boots stomping into the crunchy gravel ground as he finds himself following the booming laughter into their home arena. Sapnap, Karl, Quackity, and his cousins all hollering at his sour complexion.
Barrels, three barrels to be exact, placed in a triangle position in the arena. Honeydew, Merlin, and Ranger tied up to some poles, patiently waiting to be released. George went from angry that someone ruined his morning, to confused on why his friends were there.

"Good morning princess, had to good nights sleep?" Sapnap cooed in a childish tone. George scowled at the chestnut haired man, yet bit back a snarky remark as he turned to Nash who had a beaming smile, as bright as the sun peaking through the trees.

"What's all this for??" The brit questioned the other.

"Well— remember when our dads would enter us in the kids barrel racing category when we were eight?— ok, maybe you don't remember but i thought it would be a good day to reteach you!"
Nash did a sad 'jazz hands' motion as he fumbled to explain. he stumbled and stuttered on his words, fastly talking like he was on his last breath and trying to get his last words out.

"Good morning George! The three of us are here to cheer you on! we had nothing else to do today and when i got the call from Nash...well let's just say i just couldn't pass up on this!"
Karl smiled, his giggly persona bringing a feel of safeness and comfort to George.

"I'm just here to watch you absolutely eat shit and cackle about it." Sapnap grinned. Quackity flicked the young on the head but nodding as he agreed with a laugh. Such loving and caring friends George had.

"Wow uhm ok, i'm down to try, where do we start?"

Nash let out a sigh of relief at his cousin's response to today's lesson, he was jittery and nervous about how George would take this idea, but surprised when the man agreed so easily.

"Well you need the basics first Jorge. let's slow down and have Nash talk about it." Quackity laughed as he got comfy in his pull out chair.

George knew a bit about barrel racing..he watched Karl, including many other riders at the rodeo..How hard could it be?

"Ok well thank you Q, For starters Barrel racing is running your horse around three barrels as quick as you can. The barrels are set up in a triangle or cloverleaf pattern in an arena — with the first and second barrels sixty feet from the starting point and the third barrel a hundred and five feet from the starting point. though our arena isn't like that Laredo Rodeo arena. so the distance differs."
Nash explained, Tommy making snoring noises directed at his brother.