grinning back at him, the sad look on his face washes away. Replaced by one of surprise. Our eyes lock, and for one moment, we trace each other’s features. Then, almost like that moment never happened, he shakes his head, chuckles under his breath, and limps out of the ring, the fringes on his chaps swinging as he goes. I gather my things to go meet him back in the staging area. I want to high-five him. Or give him a thumbs up. Or do some other equally professional celebration with him. But not before I bend down to the woman beside me who just told me he thinks he’s God’s gift to this sport
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ALCHEMY
