Austin
The sunrise illuminates the kitchen, casting a glow on the pine table as I prepare breakfast. My muscles tingle from last night's barrel race—the rush when Vanna and I thunder around the arena. The adrenaline high fuels my passion for the rodeo circuit.
I slide bacon into the sizzling cast iron skillet, smirking. City slickers' jaws drop when I burst from the gates, hair flying. Their stunned faces never grow old.
Flipping the strips, I glance at the blue ribbons adorning the wall, trophies of past victories. A new one will join them soon. Vanna matched my competitive spirit stride for stride.
My phone buzzes as I crack eggs into the skillet. The delivery notification reveals my 3D printer for Sitting Pretty Saddles is en route. I'm eager to craft custom saddle designs.
The rin
