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Introduction- Las Vegas, December
Six seconds.
Six heartbeats that seemed to stretch on forever, between me and the prize. I could endure just about anything in those six seconds. A cowboy yelled in my ear, over the noise of the band. "You all set Bells?" He asked and I nodded once, gripped tighter and I set my feet as I leaned back another inch.
Six Seconds.
"Go!" The cowboy said, as the big gate swung back and the horse, Wild Fire, leaped sideways out of the chute, coming down rear end first.
Stay Back. Stay Square. A voice inside my head said, one that belonged- use to belong to my father Charlie. Fire's front hooves hit the dirt. Use the spurs. Make it look pretty. I dug in my heels asking him for another jump. Fire got the message. Fire twisted to the left, and my hat flew to the left. Don't think so, I thought as I easily slid with him. You aren't getting rid of me yet, he leaped in the air again.
Like wind and rain united in the force of a hurricane, I joined Wild Fire in elemental effort, that both us seemed to be driven by the same force, that no one could seem to try to explain or understand. We worked together as a team, communicating in a way that I couldn't even begin to explain in words. I only knew that when a ride was this good, I never wanted it to end. Then the only thing that could end this dream did. The sound of the electronic buzzer went off, signaling my ride was over. I twisted my wrist, slide my leg over the animals back and I aimed my body towards the pickup man beside me, Jasper. Fire and I separated, with one final jerk and the horse raced across the arena kicking up dust as he ran. I hit the dirt, landing on my knees.
As I stood, the crowd surged to there feet, cheering for me. I lifted my hands toward the sky, my hands balled up in fists "Yes!" I said and the clown Emmett, handed me my hat, giving me a kiss on the cheek as he placed my hat on my head. I tossed him a wink as I walked back towards the chute, leaning on Jasper. I waited until the band stopped and I waited for my score. A 97, a damn near perfect score, and I had earned my third world champion ship. I took a bow as I stood in the middle of the arena, scanning the spectators that were in the stands. One guy caught my attention.
He had bronze hair and green eyes, but he wasn't who I thought he was. But I didn't expect to see him again. I had left that part of my life behind, even though it hurt me, I never regretted my decision. Walking back towards my truck, I was caught in a crowd of giggling girls that ambushed me and I signed autographs, and climbed into my beat up red chevy truck. Jasper and Emmett where already in the truck waiting for me. Where ever I went, they came with me. They were all I had left, they where pretty much family. Actually they weren't pretty much family, they were family. I handed Jasper the engraved gold buckle and he put it in a bag with my other awards and checks that I hadn't cashed yet.
Jazz, Em and I agreed to make the trip from Vegas to Forks so I could deal with the demons of my past, plus I would be running a summer camp up there for kids with disabilities. I sighed as I pulled into a McDonalds. We would be pulling into a motel soon enough. Chilly air came through the heater and I had Emmett hit it to have the heat kick on. I wasn't going to make the entire trip to Forks with gloves and a winter jacket on. Rodeo life before Em and Jazz had been lonely. But the rodeo had been my life, even before I could walk. Some of my earliest memories of my dad had been watching him compete in the national finals for calf roping, and how proud he was when I took home my first blue ribbon for barrel racing with my pony Shadow Racer. I had never been a great student, couldn't play the piano like my mother, I could cook and bake decently but I had never had the sense of belonging like I did when I was on the back of the horse, or working with one.
If you wanted to succeed at something, if you made it your life and you sacrificed everything for it, I figured that you had to take the good times with the bad. Without complaining. Or, at least not to much. I tuned the radio to a country station and settled more comfortably in my seat, unbraiding my hair. Two weeks until Forks. Time to start heading home, I thought silently to my self.
AN: I do not own the characters, nor the story line. I am rewriting a story that is called One More Rodeo written by Lynnette Kent. I did change it to 1st person POV, and it is an Edward and Bella story. It will be about Fourteen Chapters, and no this was not a chapter.
ASK ME NICELY, and I will do Edward's POV next. 20 reviews for an update tonight. 15 for tomorrow.