In The Heat of the Moment

Chapter 3: Part 3

Cassie's POV

"Alright guys are you ready for a good time tonight?" I hear someone call, on the other side of the restaurant. Brock and I look and see a guy in boots, Wrangler blue jeans and a black button-up. "Please welcome to the stage, Chris LeDoux's band, Western Underground," he announces as he got off the stage and the band got on.

"How are we doing tonight, Watertown?" the lead singer questions. They started playing music as Brock and I turn to finish our food.

"Would you like to stay for the music?" Brock queried.

"I would love to. Chris LeDoux and his band have always been one of my favorites," I informed him.

"Mine too," we finished our food and turned in our seats, watching and listened to the music. About an hour into the concert, they pause for an intermission. They started talking with the people, of the restaurant and had a few drinks with some customers. The bass player, Pops, came up to us.

"How are we doing tonight?" he questions us, as he took a sip of his drink.

"We're good," Brock answered.

"Wait Pops?" I question, with nothing but pure excitement. My dad and him knew each other well.

"That's my name. Don't wear it out," he chuckled, "what can I do for you, little lady?"

"I'm Cassie Hunter, Tracey Hunter's daughter. The last I saw you was when I was a bit younger," I smile widely.

"Oh my gosh... Look at you! You've grown up quite a bit since the last we saw each other. Come here!" I got up and hugged him. "How's your dad doing? Haven't seen him in a few years."

"He passed away about a year and a half ago," I reply into his chest. I had always seen Pops as a second father. So I was always able to rely on him.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. Did he pass from the war?"

"No, a horse kicked him and broke three of his ribs. One pierced his lung and scraped his heart."

"I am so sorry, dear. What are you doing here in Watertown?"

"I'm here for my new job. Plus, I had to help my cousin with transporting some cattle, and I'm also here with a co-worker of mine. Pops this is Brock Lesnar. Brock this is Lyle Evans, but everyone knows him as Pops," I introduce the two. Brock stood up and shook Pops' hand.

"Ah yes the UFC fighter and WWE wrestler. Good to meet you. Wait you're Richard's youngest son, right?"

"Yeah that would be me. How do you know me and my father?" Brock asks with his voice full of curiosity.

"When Chris was still alive we came to this bar and grill, almost all of the time. I met your father, and mother, and we talked all the time. I met you, but it was a long time ago. I think you were maybe five years old."

"Oh wow."

"Yeah. So Cass what is this new job?"

"I'm a wrestler for WWE," I answer with a smile.

"You used to always talk about joining the wrestling world. How's your cousins, Stephanie and Shane?"

"They're good," we talked some more, before they got back on the stage. Brock and I sat down and finished our drinks.

"Would you like any more drinks?" our server asks us.

"We're good," Brock answered, with a snare. He walks off, as the band starts to play Chris LeDoux's song, Tougher Than The Rest. I have always loved this song, and I always liked to dance to it, but I didn't know if Brock wanted to. I turn my attention to my water, grabbing it and finishing it.