"Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing."
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• Logan's P.O.V. • "I want to show you something." He smiled.
We walked through some brush before we reached an open field. There was a barn with its light on, which was the only thing illuminating the property. Dallas grabbed my hand and brought me inside. Stalls lined the walls, a few of them occupied with horses. He guided me down, pointing to all of the horses and telling me their names. We stopped at the last stall on the left.
"And this is Mickey." He gave him a pat on his neck.
"How do you know all of them?" I asked in awe. I looked back at all the horses and then turned my attention back to Mickey. He was about 16 hands and was a beautiful chestnut brown with a white patch on his head.
"Buck and I did the whole rodeo thing. I won Mickey at a show a while back, when I showed the gang, Soda fell in love and the horse loved him so I just let Soda keep him." I patted Mickey on the head and neck.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked. It was out of the blue but I had done nothing for him to act this way towards me. If anything he should still be mad and I should still be home.
"I don't know man. I just wanted to show you." His excitement turned to withdrawn, he put his hands in his jean pockets and started to walk out of the barn.
"Dallas I didn't meant to upset you." I tried reassuring. "I just wanted to know." I told him, hoping that he wouldn't walk out that door.
"I not upset." He stated clearly, his back was still to me but as I started to approach he turned around. "I just wanted..." he rubbed the back of his neck and then threw his hand down. "Look, I'm sorry for walking away."
"No no, I'm sorry for what I did. You shouldn't be sorry for anything."
"I know, and don't be sorry. I probably would have done the same thing." He gave me a wink and smiled.
"Dallas." I laughed and playfully punched his arm.
He guided the way out of the brightness from the barn and into the darkness of the night. We retraced our steps and continued our journey together around the town.
"You ever been to the Dingo?" He asked.
"What's that?" I gave him a confused look.
"Well now you just have to find out." He smirked and led the way.
We walked along an old beaten up sidewalk. It seemed that all the sidewalks were like that no matter where you were. As we entered the city they seemed to be in better condition, not including some gum spots here and there. The bright lights and street lamps lit up the buildings and roads. Down the street on the right there's a big pink neon sign that read 'The Dingo', it was a cute little diner.
