The first time I met Wyatt, I was starstruck. He was the fastest rider I ever saw. He was rodeo. Dust and grit. Everything a cowboy should be. When my father told me he had signed me up for lessons, I screamed into my pillow. Everything about it was a dream. My hero in the flesh. He’d make me a better rider. Later that night, Dakota pops her head into my bedroom. “Better pucker up,” she teases, pointing at the poster of him above my bed.
Stop 😭
