Roping His Heart
at the fairgrounds,” he answered. “They sent me to collect you.”
    He looked like he was up to something. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Ok spill it,” I said. “Something’s going on and I want to know what it is.”
    He laughed and pulled me toward the door. “Just go with it, ok?” he said.
    I allowed him to help me into his truck. “Ok, but I don’t like it,” I said. He laughed again as he walked around and climbed in.
    We arrived a few minutes later. He helped me out of the truck and I looked around. He placed an arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “He’s in the barn. Don’t worry he’ll be fine.” I nodded and let him led me to the stands.
    I spotted the parents right away. They smiled and waved us over. I leaded toward mom and asked, “Why are we in the stands already? The bull riding doesn’t start for another three hours.”
    “There’s a storm coming,” she explained, “It will be starting in just a few minutes.” As she said this, I looked at the sky. I didn’t notice it had darkened.
    I shivered. I didn’t like this one bit. They should have canceled it. Everyone knows that rain and pissed off bulls don’t mix well. “Why didn’t they just cancel it,” I asked.
    She laughed. “They didn’t want a bunch of rowdy cowboys on their hands,” she said. “Don’t worry honey, it will be fine.” Somehow I didn’t think so.
    The first bull and rider was out of the shoot. The sky opened up and the rain started as the lighting lit up the sky and thunder rumbled.
    My heart sped up thinking about Dean riding in this. I was so scared something would happen to him. ‘Please God,’ I prayed, ‘Give me the chance to tell him I love him.’ A flash in the sky answered my silent prayer.
    The spectators set through the storm just to see the riders. I’m as country as the next person, but this was crazy. It was dangerous.
    I jumped as the thunder sang from above. “Next up folks is our three time winner Dean Michaels. I can’t wait to see how he handles himself in this weather,” The announcer said over the speakers.
    This is it. Fear griped me. I knew something bad was about to happen and I didn’t want to watch, but I had too. I loved this man. I need to make sure he would be fine.
    The shoot opened and Dean came barreling out. I gripped Mike’s hand needing something to hold on to. He was riding that bull as if he owned him, and he did. He was great like he always was.
    It was over. The announcer said Dean was a four-time winner and the crowd cheered. Then it happened and my heart stopped.
    Dean went to dismount as it thundered overhead. The bull jumped and slid in the mud, losing his footing. I screamed, jumping up.
    The bull fell and rolled over on top of Dean, crushing him. When they got the bull away from him, he just laid there, not moving. The medics came in and rushed him out.
    “Katy? Katy honey,” Mike was saying. I looked at him. “We have to go. We have to get to the hospital.” I was numb. I couldn’t move. Mike shook his head as he threw me over his shoulder and rushed to the truck.
    If I lost Dean, my world would end; my heart would stop beating. I couldn’t lose him. He didn’t know I loved him.

Chapter Nine
    My Forever
     
    I was alive. I heard voices talking in the background. Katy, it was Katy. My girl was here. I tried to open my eyes, but couldn’t. My head hurt so bad. Damn bull. I should have known better. The second I heard there were storms moving in I should have pulled out. My damn stubbornness put me where I am right now.
    “But doctor why won’t he wake up,” Katy asked.
    “Miss Katy,” the doctor explained, “He will wake up. He only has a broken arm, nothing life threating. Be patient, please.”
    My girl was worried. I needed to let her know I was awake. I need to make her feel better. “Katy,” I choked, “Katy please calm down. My head hurts.” I blinked a few times and then opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful
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