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Lost Cowboy

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Jessie McBride thought he was bulletproof. He feared no bull. His overconfidence would come back to hurt him. After being horrifically trampled during a competition, Jessie goes back home to recover from his injuries. His plan was to recover and leave town as quickly as possible. Sometimes plans get changed though.

He feels lost even with being in his old home. When he bumps into an old friend something awakens inside of him. While Jessie struggles with recovering from his injuries and his newfound fear, he also struggles with feelings he had locked up deep down inside. Will he be able to overcome his fear and return to his old life or will his plans change?

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Chapter 1 - Little Buckaroo
Jessie’s P.O.V. My tiny body inched lower onto the beast’s back as he stood in the chute. Without thinking, my gloved hand slipped into the looped handle on the rope, adjusting it to the correct position. The steer jumped and bucked when the rope got pulled tight. I waited for him to settle, pulling it tight again. I looped it over my palm, then wrapped it around behind my hand and back into my palm. My little hand gripped it, and I slid forward, securing my hand to my body. “Remember, this guy likes to turn right out of the chute,” my dad yelled. He was always giving me last-second instructions. I grabbed the top of the gate and prepared for the battle to begin. I took a deep breath and nodded my head. The gate bursts open with a loud clang, and the beast charges out. The steer dropped its shoulder and twisted to the right as my dad said. My body leaned into it as he bucked and spun us in a circle. As his rear legs started falling, the front leaped into the air. I tried to keep myself centered and prepared for the big kick I felt coming. My tiny hand gripped the rope with every ounce of strength to keep my butt tight to the steer’s back as I kept my other hand high in the air. My mind raced, attempting to keep track of the seconds that passed, making sure I held on long enough. The steer bucked again and snorted a stream of snot. The beast dropped its shoulder to the left and spun in the opposite direction. I tried to adjust my position but sensed the daylight between us as my butt separated from the steer. I held on to my grip, and my body slammed onto the steer’s back with such jarring force that I saw stars for a second. Come on, Jessie, hang on for a couple more seconds. At that moment, I could hear the horn sound, letting me know eight seconds had elapsed. I grabbed the rope and loosened its hold on my hand. My hand slipped free, and I leaped from the steer, landing on the arena’s dirt floor with a thud. I scrambled to my feet as the rodeo clowns surrounded the steer. They drew the steer’s attention away from me and guided it towards the exit chute. Once I realized the arena was empty, I pumped my fist in the air, letting out an excited yell. I hopped up on the fence and climbed out, awaiting my score. I knew that was a good, clean ride, and it should score high. “Jessie McBride, 86.75. That moves him into first place.” the announcer boomed. “Yeah!” I yelled as the crowd applauded the announcement. I removed my helmet, and my dad handed me my cowboy hat. “That was a great ride, son. Next time, you need to stay centered and keep your butt attached to the beast,” my dad pointed out. I nodded at what he was telling me. He always informed me of the mistakes I made. I know he is trying to help me improve, but it frustrates me when he points out every mistake. “Great ride, Jessie!” Cody exclaimed. Cody Davis is my best friend and rode steer, too. “Thanks, Cody, tough break on your ride,” I thanked him. Cody rubbed his shoulder. “Yeah, he got me bent out of shape at the end. Then the darn beast threw me out the back door.” The steer bucked him off over his rear end, kicking him out the back door. “How’s the shoulder?” I asked. “It’s alright, but it’s going to be sore tomorrow. At least nothing broke or dislocated,” Cody chuckled. We were both competing in the eleven and under Steer Riding competition. I am one of the younger participants at nine years old, and Cody turned ten a couple of months ago. We both have been riding animals since we could walk. We started in Mutton Busting and worked our way up the classes. I feared none of the animals I have ridden. The excitement is what I craved. I guess you can classify me as an adrenaline seeker. Sure, I’ve gotten thrown off many times, but I always bounce up, ready for more. I learned early to have no fear. “Hurry, Jessie. Willow is getting ready to run,” Cody prodded me. I took off running as fast as my legs could while still wearing my chaps and riding vest. We made it to the Barrel Racing arena and climbed up on the fence seconds before Willow’s run. “Let’s go, Willow!” I yelled as she waited for her turn. “Next up, Willow Parker,” the announcer boomed over the loudspeaker. Willow spurred her horse and sped towards the first barrel on the right. She slowed her horse as they approached the next barrel and turned him as tight as she could to the right. Willow cleared the barrel. Her spurs dug into the horse again, making him race for the barrel on the opposite side. She steers the horse to the opposite side and turns left around this barrel. When the horse rounded the barrel, his rear end grazed the top of the barrel. With luck, it didn’t fall to the ground. Again, Willow spurred her horse towards the barrel at the far end of the arena. She slowed her horse to complete the last left turn. He was too near the barrel. The horse nudged the barrel, and Willow tried to hurry it to keep it from falling. Willow wasn’t fast enough. The barrel tipped over as she pushed the horse towards the finish. “Tough break, 25.67 seconds,” the announcer boomed out her time. “Dang,” Cody said and smacked the top of the fence. “She was doing good, stupid barrel,” I added. We hopped off the fence and moved to Willow’s horse trailer. When we got there, she was off her horse. She pulled her hat off her head and tossed it against the trailer. She was not happy because she tipped that barrel. “Willow, pick up your hat,” her dad scolded her as he hitched the horse to the trailer. She let out a huff and snatched her hat off the ground. Willow was a firecracker and hated it when she made a mistake. “Hey, Willow,” I called out to her as we got closer. She gave me a slight glare, “Hey, guys.” “You did good, just unlucky,” I reassured her. She shrugged. “It was my fault I dove in too close,” she huffed. “I see the three amigos ride again,” her dad chuckled, glancing at the three of us. “Come on, dad. I hate when you call us that,” Willow whined. We were inseparable, so our parents took to calling us that. Where ever we went, we were together. We are a sight, though. Willow was 6 inches taller than both Cody and me, even though she was a year younger than us. We attend school together and go to the same events, so we gravitated toward one another. “Why do you still have your stuff on, Jessie?” Willow asked me. I looked at my chest, and I still had on my protective vest and chaps. “I just finished my ride before you ran. So we came straight here to watch you,” I shrugged and started pulling on the Velcro of my vest. “I bet you looked funny running in those chaps,” she laughed. “Shut up, Willow, next time I won’t come to watch your run then,” I huffed at her. “Not me, Willow. I will be here if he’s not,” Cody added. I shook my head at him. He’s had a crush on Willow forever. I mean, she is cute for a tomboy. She had her brown hair braided into two long pigtails. Freckles covered her face, and she had large brown eyes. I mean, girls are gross. Don’t tell Willow that, though. She will beat me. “I’m going to truck to strip this stuff. You staying here?” I asked them. “Dad, I’m going with Jessie and Cody,” Willow told her dad. “OK, don’t take too long. We are heading home soon,” Willow’s dad replied. We headed out, making our way through the crowd. “How did you do, Jessie?” Willow asked. “He won again,” Cody boasted. “Seriously, how do you always keep winning?” Willow complained. I smiled, “Because I fear nothing.” “One day, that notion will catch up with you,” Willow scolded him. I grinned, “Never going to happen.” She shook her head. “I see you still can’t miss a barrel,” we heard behind us. I rolled my eyes and spun towards the voice. “Shut up, Derek, you can’t do any better,” I hissed. “Are you sticking up for your girlfriend, Jessie?” Derek smirked. “She’s not my girlfriend,” I hissed back. Derek Hanson is two years older and the worst bully in school. He had short black hair and blue eyes. Being that he was older, he was 6 inches taller than me. I didn’t care, though. I can’t stand him. “Sure fooled me,” he snorted. “Don’t you have the sheep to go harass?” Willow interjected. Derek gave a dark chuckle. “Nah, I have more fun doing this,” he sneered. I stepped towards him, balling my fist. “Back off, Derek,” I growled. “Are you going to make me pipsqueak?” Derek said, stepping towards me. I had enough of his crap. I launched myself at him, catching him off guard. The entire weight of my body hit him in the chest, knocking him to the ground, and I fell on top of him. He grabbed my vest, and we started rolling around in the dirt, kicking up a small dust cloud. “Jessie, stop!” Willow yelled at me. I gained control and was on top of Derek. At that moment, someone’s arm circled my waist, pulling me off Derek, and lifted me into the air. “Damnit, Jessie, what did I tell you?” my dad growled as I struggled to get loose. Crap, I’m in trouble now. Dad set me back on the ground, grabbing my shoulders and making me face him. “He started it. He was making fun of Willow,” I defended myself. “You should have walked away from him. Let him run his mouth. It means nothing. God, I wish you had an ounce of fear in your body so you’d stop doing these stupid things,” he scolded me. I dropped my head. “Yes, sir,” I whimpered. “Say goodbye to your friends. We are heading home,” he said, then turned and started walking towards the truck. I turned toward Cody and Willow. “I’m sorry, guys, I need to go,” I apologized. Cody gave me a wave and turned to head out. Willow made her way over to me. “Thank you for sticking up for me,” she whispered, then kissed my cheek. Then she turned and ran after Cody. I smirked to myself, turning and heading towards the truck.

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