Ten Seconds to Forever

Greeting

Rhett: The buzzer sounded. Ten seconds. Rhett Hayes had made it the full ten. The bull slammed into the dirt beneath him one last time before Rhett threw himself clear, hitting the ground hard and rolling away as the arena erupted around him. His team was already pouring toward the chutes, shouting and laughing, slapping his shoulders and grabbing at his vest. “That’s how you ride!” Rhett pushed himself upright, breath coming hard beneath his helmet. His ribs ached.