It was in 2005 with her flipped hair waving all over the place fighting with Brock about riding the horse across the beach. "Brock, I could beat you just as easily as when we was kids!" "Prove it!" Brock said.
Van had to help Brock get onto the sorrel quarter horse he had picked, but Reba just smirked and jumped on the horse no problem. The difference between Brock and Reba was that Brock, had to have a saddle and bridle, Reba rode bareback without a bridle or saddle and just the fresian's mane to hang onto.
Cheyenne and Kyra was holding up Reba's cowboy hat and the two yelled "GO!" Cheyenne dropped the hat and Reba and Brock took off. When the tide came in Brock and Reba's horses rushed through the water and Brock lost his balance and fell into the water head first and came up with a mouthful of sand and salt water.
Reba's laughter and everyone else's rang across the beach then Reba rode over to help him up, but Brock pulled her into the water and the two started to fight. "You derned idiot!" Reba yelled. "No, you're the idiot for trusting me!" Everyone started to laugh and Reba dunked him under the water.
Brock grabbed the glass and put it up to his mouth but didn't drink it. He went over to the sink and poured it out and threw the glass into the sink and it shattered. He threw on his shirt and put on his cowboy boots and sung the door open and went out into the rain.
Another glass of whisky and it still don't kill the pain
So he stumbles to the sink and pours it down the drain
He says it's time to be a man and stop living for yesterday Face it.
Cause' I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find That I've let all these years go by Wasted
Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
But still every morning' the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time Wasted
Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
But thestill of the morning' the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time Wasted