Chad stops lassoing at once, his eyes wide, and quickly spins around. “Where??” I take off running. It isn’t long before I hear Chad shout: “Hey!” I’m running fast with a big smile over my face, and the hot, summer air beating past my cheeks and throwing my hair in all directions. Funny thing is, he doesn’t realize that I go running often enough to have an incredible amount of stamina. I’m likely a far faster runner than he’d expect of me. Hell, I already know I’ll make it to the house long before he even—
