Love in three barrels

2- The rodeo

Willows POV:

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My eyes opened slowly, letting the bright lights from my curtains adjust to a dim glow that normally gave a cool tone to the room, but now replaced by tones of yellow and orange around me, before sitting up and stretching. Checking the time with a yawn.

'9:36, not too bad, a little late for my taste.. let's hurry up then. I'm late.'

'Again....'

I grumbled slightly, knowing mom would be mad at me for missing breakfast almost entirely. Shaking my head I stood and moved to look through my drawers for a t-shirt and some jeans. I found a clean pine t-shirt and some boot-cut jeans that fit perfectly with my boots. I picked my grey hoodie and threw it on my bed, rushing to my bathroom to brush my teeth, hair and make sure I didn't forget my hat again.

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I walked into the kitchen with my boots in hand, my hair was braided loosley and my hat and hoodie were on. I dropped my boots by the back door and walked over to where Dawson was sitting quietly, playing around with his eggs.

"Mornin' daws" I smiled quietly, sensing he wasn't feeling good about today as he was still in his pjs and his hair looked like a rats nest "not feelin' well?" I asked lowly after sitting next to him.

"No Honey he's just tired, stayed up all night again, you know how it is.." moms smile faded as she walked in, watching Dawson play with his eggs and bacon, only the toast being eaten.

"Alright when I finish I want you to be dressed and somewhat alive." I said quickly to Dawson as I took a fork and cut a small piece of egg off and poked into it, getting enough grip to bring it to my mouth. All while eying Dawson.

He grimaced slightly and kept playing with his food "Dawson coy sanders." I paused, my tone dead serious, his eyes snapped up to mine " I will go to the rodeo without you and you can walk, because I'll get juniper ready and take him for when you get there. Unless your dressed and ready." I said it steadily, my voice firm as a tear pricked into my eye.

"Fine, only because I'm not leaving my wil alone at a rodeo." He sighed, getting up. He spoke lowly but his eyes shined when he said 'my wil' as he liked to call me. I watched him leave and walk out the back door to his room in the loft, like a bat or something..

I ate my breakfast slowly, taking larger bites than normal.
Three bacon slices left,
two,
one...

"I'm ready"

I heard the low grumble as he walked into the dining room, his boots on from walking back and forth. He sat next to me and started on his breakfast. His hat made him look happier, more like a teenager would be. I will admit he got good genes from mom on looks, but he's one of the bull riders other girls try warn me about, plays girls and is never caught with someone for more than two weeks.

He was still a good brother though, most of the time..

I stood from the table and went to the back door, putting my shoes on and poking my head back around the wall "I suggest you finish and get juniper ready before I'm done getting sage, and the tack closet ready" I smiled, turning back around and walking outside, leaving only the thin screen door open and walking towards the barn.