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ROMAN
The morphine took me under very quickly. While my eyes were closed, I could still hear things. I heard the sound of the door opening and cowboy boots clicking over the tile floor.
When I opened my eyes, I saw my friend and boss coming to my bedside. “Holy s**t, Roman. What did you do to yourself now?” Tyrell asked.
“I was thrown off a mean bull,” I said, groaning at the pain in my leg.
“Well, your mother would be proud of you for getting yourself all banged up.”
“Can you believe I was going to be the next great bucking bull rider?” I joked.
He laughed at me. “You can’t ride bulls forever, son,” he said in a serious tone.
“You’re right about that. Thirty is getting up there where bull riding is concerned.” I knew my riding days were getting behind me. Pointing to my leg that
