Vincent POV
It was a busy couple of hours: unloading the bulls, getting them rubbed down and fed, cleaning up the trucks ready for the next trip, and making sure everyone knew what they were doing.
By the time it was completed, I was tired and dirty and ready for a shower and change. I sat on the chair outside the back door, removed my boots, which felt like lead weights on my feet, and listened to the talk inside, drifting down the hallway. It seemed like a good event for our families; a different girl won the barrel race, which was why Roxy won the grand championship. The only one that was a threat was with a child and would not compete, leaving the door open for newbies to win and get some points, but not enough to catch Roxy. She had won five in a row before the accident, and no one
