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Buck strong.
She could just hear the whisper.
Buck’s gaze drifted to her, and he inhaled deeply, and that smile got bigger on his lips.
Nothing needed to be said here in this room. She knew. She could feel the readiness coming off him in waves.
Everyone here knew how big this was.
How life changing.
Everyone knew what was at stake. It wasn’t just the money. It was pride. It was doing something big in his brother’s name. It was taking his life back.
It was the turnaround.
“I’m going to see if they need you back out there for the fanfare, or if they’re going right into finals,” Quickdraw said, and left them alone.
“It’s your time,” she murmured softly.
Buck nodded slightly.
He knew. Oh, he knew.
Quickdraw appeared around the corner. “We’re going right into it. No interviews, no fanfare. They’re riding the high from the crowd.” He grinned and asked it again. “You ready?”
And just like before the last buck, Buck This Storme said, “I’m ready.”
And there was weight to it, she could tell.
He wasn’t just ready for this ride.
He was ready to move on.
He was ready to heal.
He was ready to pay tribute to his brother.
It all started now. Here. In this arena, in front of thousands of fans. It started with ghosts in the corner, and Torrey believing more in him than she had ever believed in any man.
It started with a make-shift team that was determined to aim him in the right direction.
After everything he’d been through, Buck This Storme was ready to become the man he was meant to be, scars and all.
Chapter Seventeen
The cadence of his heavy breath was all he could hear. It wasn’t the roaring of the crowds, or the sound of the yelling around him. It wasn’t the directions from the cowboys loading him into the chute.
It was the roaring of the blood in his ears, and his breathing. In. Out. In. Out.
He hated the chute. Hated it. He had ever since the accident.
He was claustrophobic, and being locked in there stirred up a rage in here he couldn’t control. He’d hated that about himself…until now.
Now, he embraced the rage.
Buck This Storme clanged his horn against the metal of the chute and swung his hips into it as men shoved the door closed beside him.
This part was necessary. It was the steppingstone to getting what he wanted, and that was to send Cobalt on a journey he would never forget.
