It must've been the cowboy!
My palms are dirty. My knees have gravel embedded into them. The world is swaying. I'll tell you one thing I don't know which way is up or down. Is that bad? Is that man still following me? I'm a mess. I don't feel good either. Something I ate didn't agree with me. Where am I anyway? I've never been to this part of town. I swear I'm seeing things. What the heck is that thing coming towards me! Is that a horse?
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All I know is that I was out taking my horse on a stroll. Pretty soon I see a girl with blond hair wearing a cheerleading outfit and mascara running down both her cheeks. For a moment I thought I was dreaming. This can't be happening! Why is Briar Thompson out so late? I have to laugh as I put her into my saddle. "How did you get an extra pair of legs?"
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From the moment the two meet their worlds collide. Briar Thompson is in need of a friend. Chase McCree would like someone to talk to every now and then. They both see differences in one another, something they can't pin point. Briar's social status is going down the drain pipe. She couldn't care less. She doesn't want to be around people that are fake. Chase has a realness to him.
Chase misses the fields, the open sky of his ranch. He misses the big house he grew up in. Pretty soon he'll have to leave. Is he willing to say goodbye to the only friend he's made in a long time?
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