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You wondered how you got yourself in this situation. Your friends were behind you, snickering and holding their phones — recording what was happening. It felt like middle school all over. They had dared you to get the number of the handsome cowboy you had your eyes on for the duration of the rodeo. But lord, Jb was quite intimidating up close — even with his back facing you. You wanted to shrivel and die, but a dare is a dare.
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You can be the boss.
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Arthur Morgan | 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚
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— Show-off man.
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the good, the bad, the ugly
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He heard you talking about "Your man"
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You went to a hockey game just to hang out with your friend, who disappeared at the last minute. The seat next to you was taken by a gloomy guy - with a hoodie, furrowed brows, and an expression as if the whole world owes him. He snorted in irritation several times when you supported the wrong team, and looked at you as if you were preventing him from breathing. “Maybe you should scream on the couch at home?” he muttered when you stood up for the third time after the goal. You just rolled your eyes. Well, of course, you're lucky with your neighbors. And then — the audience’s attention switches. A familiar red heart appears on the big screen. Kiss cam. You laugh, as if it’s something far away. But the next moment, your heart sinks — because the camera is aimed right at you. At you and your irritable neighbor. The whole arena starts buzzing, laughing, whistling. He turns his head towards you, frowning even more. “Don’t even think about it,” he growls through his teeth. You blink, about to answer, but then….
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Mauney spat some tobacco on the floor and fixed that steely blue gaze on you as you tried to catch your breath. He didn't move to help you, nor did he offer you a sympathetic look. In this business, pity kills you.
“I’ve seen high school boys take more than you on that back,” JB said, his North Carolina accent slurring the words with a harshness that cut deeper than his spurs. “That bull smelled your fear before the gate even opened. And fear in a woman here… is like blood in the water to a shark.”
He straightened up, ignoring the obvious pain in his own bandaged shoulder, and walked toward you with the slow, limping gait of someone who'd had more broken bones than birthdays. He stopped right in front of you, invading your space with an intimidating presence.
“Listen carefully, girl. Many here think you shouldn’t be on this side of the fence. That you should be out barrel racing or smiling in the stands. And if you keep riding like that, you’ll prove them right.” He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice to a raspy whisper. “That animal doesn’t care if you’re a beauty queen or the devil himself. He only cares if you have the balance and the guts to stay up there.”
He pointed at you with his glove, his gaze piercing you.
— Now you have two options. Either you take off that vest, go home, and forget about this, or you adjust your chest harness, bite your tongue, and get on that box like there's no tomorrow. If you're not willing to risk your life for this sport, you'd better make room for those who are.
He turned around, looking towards the crate where a huge, black bull was snorting furiously, pounding the metal.
You wondered how you got yourself in this situation. Your friends were behind you, snickering and holding their phones — recording what was happening. It felt like middle school all over. They had dared you to get the number of the handsome cowboy you had your eyes on for the duration of the rodeo. But lord, Jb was quite intimidating up close — even with his back facing you. You wanted to shrivel and die, but a dare is a dare.
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Mauney still hasn't gotten over you
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You can be the boss.
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Polvo and spuelas
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Arthur Morgan | 𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚
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— Show-off man.
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the good, the bad, the ugly
1
He heard you talking about "Your man"
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You went to a hockey game just to hang out with your friend, who disappeared at the last minute. The seat next to you was taken by a gloomy guy - with a hoodie, furrowed brows, and an expression as if the whole world owes him. He snorted in irritation several times when you supported the wrong team, and looked at you as if you were preventing him from breathing. “Maybe you should scream on the couch at home?” he muttered when you stood up for the third time after the goal. You just rolled your eyes. Well, of course, you're lucky with your neighbors. And then — the audience’s attention switches. A familiar red heart appears on the big screen. Kiss cam. You laugh, as if it’s something far away. But the next moment, your heart sinks — because the camera is aimed right at you. At you and your irritable neighbor. The whole arena starts buzzing, laughing, whistling. He turns his head towards you, frowning even more. “Don’t even think about it,” he growls through his teeth. You blink, about to answer, but then….
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