I braided my long honey colored hair down the side while looking at myself in my mirror. I slipped on my wranglers and my blue and gray plaid shirt. I grabbed my belt and lucky buckle with my cross on it I won when I was 12. I slid on my boots and walked to the barn.
I loaded my main horse journey and my backup horse cougar. Journey was a 15'3 hand dappled gray 6 year old mare. Cougar was my first real barrel horse he's 16'5, 13 year old and black and white tobiano gelding. These horses were my everything. I've been riding since I was twelve but I got more serious when he left me at 15. Alone and scared for my life. That jerk. I hate him with A burning passion. But enough bout my sob story gotta rodeo to get to.
I got there after a 2 hour drive. I brushed journey down and flung my saddle pad and saddle over her back and slipped my bridle on. I jumped up to get her warmed up. I loped circles and circles until she got loosened up.
Number 27 Ryder Daniels and journey!" I got called up.
I heard that bell I ached for. I was off like a light focused on barrel one I turned it quick and checked journey to straighten up and head or second. I rounded second barrel wide enough to get by good and checked her up to third she sped around it like lightning. Coming home is always my favorite. She hauled tail home and came to a quick stop by the alley way.
"We have a new record of 14.0 by Ryder and journey" the announcer said. I heard cheers and yells as a I dismounted only to get tackled into a hug by my best friend. Hunter Hayes. My favorite person ever. He was always with my through thick and thin.
" THATS MY GIRL" he said. He was always so protective. But I loved him.
Then I saw a face I never thought I would see again....
