Author's Note: Hey everyone here's a new story I thought of. It is inspired by/ based on the song "Rodeo" by Garth Brooks. This is one of my favorite songs and it reminded me of a sertin greaser...

Well I hope y'all enjoy

His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And she'd give half of Texas
Just to change the way he feels She knows his love's in Tulsa
And she knows he's gonna go
Well, it ain't no woman, flesh and blood
It's that damned old rodeo

I pulled on my cowboy hat as I stepped off that hot stuffy train bags in hand. I walked through the train station and out the front door. Of course, Moss was late. That boy is never on time. I sighed and sat down on a bench that was in front of the station. I came all the way out here and he's not even gonna come and pick me up on time. I sat there on the bench waiting which I really didn't want to do seeing as I've been on a train for what seemed like forever coming all the way here from Texas. I started twiddling with on of my braided blonde pig tails which I do when I'm board.

I have blonde hair that is a little past my shoulders but is shoulder length when it is up in pig tails and braided. My hair is so blonde it looks fake; everyone always asks if it's my natural color. I'm about five feet eight and I have blue eyes. My eyes are a shade of blue that everyone always says they've never seen before. See I have a blend of my momma's and daddy's eyes. My momma had eyes that were as blue as the sky they were so bright. My daddy's eyes are a real dark and deep blue. Kinda like a royal blue. My eyes are dark and deep but bright at the same time. I know that sounds kind of contradictory but I guess you'd just have to see 'em. I'm kinda skinny too. My daddy always says I need to eat more and I look under weight but actually for my age I'm a little over the "average" weight; you can't tell though.

"Well now I thought I was gonna have to send out a search party to go and find ya" I said as Moss pulled up in front of me. I put my stuff in the bed of his truck and hopped in the passenger seat.

"Well, well if it isn't little miss Holly Baker" Moss said as we took off. "Shoot you ain't so little any more"

"That's right I ain't no little girl no more." I said with a smile. Moss has always thought of me as his little baby cousin even though he's eight years older than me.

"Last time you was up here you were just a little thing. Yer head wasn't even up to a horse's belly. We had to lift you up on the little horse." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"That was a long time ago Moss. Now my head is not only higher than a horse's belly but I can get on a horse and ride it by myself." I said and he just laughed.

"Well that'll be good seein' as yer gonna help me with the horses." He said. It was true, I needed a place to stay up here and Moss needed a stable hand so I said if he let me stay I'd help him with the horses. Moss woulda let me stay any way but I don't wanna fell like some guest who never leaves. We drove in silence for a few minutes until I couldn't take it any more. I reached for the radio and turned it on. The station it was on was playing an Elvis song, clearly it wasn't a country station. I flipped through the stations until I found one that was playing some country music and then turned it up. I like having the music up. I don't have it so loud that you can't hear after but not to low so you can barely hear it. Just ever so slightly above what could be considered the "perfect" volume. Kinda like when yer favorite song is one so you turn it up a little bit, kinda like that.

"Well look at you yer here five minutes and already tryin' to control my radio" Moss joked and knocked my hat off.

"Hey there partner you should know not to mess with a cowboy's hat." I said straightening my hat.

"Oh so yer a cowboy now?" he said

"Sure am I was born a cowboy or cowgirl" I said and he just laughed.

"Is that so"

"Yeah that's so."

"Well if yer a cowboy you gotta know how to ride horses" he said. Again with the referring to me as a 6 year old.

"Well for yer information I can ride a horse" I said crossing my arms

"Oh really?" he said and I nodded "Well riding the horse to his stall don't count"

"I don't I ride in rodeos" I said and he just laughed even more.

"You little miss Holly riding in a rodeo?" he said

"Yeah I don't see why that is so amusing to you?"

"Holly Joy you don't look the rodeo type" he said calmed down now.

"Well looks can be deceiving now can't they?" I said and he looked at me.

"Yer serious, you ride in rodeos?" he asked

"Yeah Moss that's what I've been telling you." I said to him

"Holly you can't ride in rodeos it's too rough" he said

"Well sorry to tell ya this but that's why I moved up here. Daddy didn't like me ridin' either. I woulda come up here sooner but I had to wait till I was 18. Now I am and I'm here and you can't tell me I can't ride in rodeos if I want to." I said kinda angry that he wasn't taking me serious.

"Alright Hol calm down I know I can't tell ya what to do but just be careful." He said with a smile.

"I will Moss don't worry" I said as we pulled up to the house. We grabbed my bags and Moss led me to a room.

"This here is yer room. I reckon ya wanna put yer stuff away now so I'll be in the livin' room if ya need me. All ya gotta do is holler" he said as he set my bag down. Then he walked back down the hall and I went into my room. It wasn't a whole lot but it would do. There was a bed, dresser, night stand, closet, and some shelf space. I hung my clothes up in the closet and put away all my other un-hangable stuff (socks, underwear, bras ect.) in the dresser along with the few skirts I do own. Then I put my other stuff away and put up some pictures. I had some of my mom; I miss her she died when I was 10, my dad, who is back in Texas, and some of Dean. Dean is my boyfriend he moved up here last year cause there's apparently a better rodeo. He said he'd be back after a while, which he did but left not to long after. So I figured why not come and join him up here. There's nothin' for me to do down there.

Once I was done putting everything away I walked down the hall and to the living room where I found Moss sitting in a recliner, watching TV, and drinking a beer. I chuckled to myself at this sight.

"Well Miss Holly yer a fast one" he said. Why he calls me Miss Holly I'll never know.

"I reckon I am" I said "Hey Moss can I borrow yer truck?"

"What? Why?" he said

"To drive" I said sarcastically

"Where to?" he said slightly annoyed

"I dunno I want to explore a bit. Haven't been up her like you said since my head wasn't even up to the horses belly." I said and he rolled his eyes

"I reckon you could. Just be careful out there. You 'member me tellin' you 'bout how the social classes don't so much get along right?" he said and I nodded. He told me that over the phone when I talked to him 'fore I came up here. He said that the people on the east side of town were the greasers I think and they were the poor ones and he said the people on the west side of town are the socs, or something like that, he said they're the rich ones who like to jump the poor ones.

"Ok I will don't you worry 'bout little Miss Holly Joy Baker" I said as I walked out and he just chuckled