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RILEY DYKE
Posted: Oct 5 2011, 12:09 AM


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seems like you've mistaken me ,

Her morning started like most every day did lately, she pushed herself out of bed and gathered up her cane, leaning on it to make her way from the guest house she lived in up to the main house for breakfast. Instead of taking her meal with her parents in the main dining room and having to hear them go on and on about stock prices and politics she sat at the small table in the kitchen that was normally reserved for the help, sipping on her coffee and picking at the eggs she had while looking out the window as the ranch hands began working with the horses. When the butler came in to remind her she had an appointment with a journalist that afternoon she’d honestly had forgotten all about it, having the butler make sure to call the reporter to let him or her know not to wear their nice shoes, that she didn’t want her schedule to disrupted and would be working with Rainstorm that afternoon so the reporter could meet her out in the corral.

It hadn’t been very long since her accident but to her it felt like forever. In February while she was performing in Tucson Arizona she was on a simple run and something went wrong. Stormy’s hoof fell wrong on the ground as they were rounding the second barrel and se and the horse fell over. As Stormy rolled to right herself, with Riley still under her, Riley heard a crunch and then a pop and suddenly couldn’t move her right leg. She was in surgery for ten hours and they had to put plates in to piece back together her shattered pelvis and screws to hold her thigh bone in place. According to the doctors it was a testament to her athleticism that she was starting to walk by May, on crutches, but still walking. By July she was moving more freely with her cane and last month she’d started being able to move around for good amounts of time without the cane as well, only using it now for the early morning when she was still stiff and at night when she hurt from moving to much during the day. What she hadn’t told anyone yet was that a few weeks ago her doctor had cleared her to start riding again. She’d tried to saddle up Stormy the next day but the horse, sensing her hesitation, reared up as soon as the saddle touched her back. She hadn’t tried to ride her sense and kept her status from her family, letting them think she still wasn’t able to ride instead of the truth that she was afraid to. Every night she’d promise herself that with the morning she’d find the nerve to get back in the saddle again but come morning she’d always put it off till tomorrow.

As the afternoon came she lead Stormy out to the corral, still favoring her left leg so she limped notably, but she still wanted her girl to get a good run in before she brushed her down. She took a moment as she walked to search her memory for the reason for this reporter’s visit, for the topic of the article, was it women in rodeo, the dying rodeo breed, barrel racing, injuries in the sport? Well it really didn’t matter to her, she’d paint her chosen profession in the best light possible. She was also aware that because of her family’s status that the family’s lawyers had contacted the reporter with a list of subjects he couldn’t ask about like her personal life, her family’s personal lives, marital problems with her parents, their finances, the business, or anything not related to the subject the article was supposed to be about. The lawyer had also come to the ranch to meet with her and go over all the taboo subjects but honestly it all went in one ear and out the other. To her she figured the reporter would know what they could and could not ask so why should she worry? Besides she hardly knew anything about her father’s affairs, her mother’s “quiet drinking”, or the family business as she tried to stay the hell out of all of it.
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CHRISTIAN SULLIVAN
Posted: Oct 6 2011, 04:07 PM


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This wasn’t the story Christian had been hoping for. He wasn’t in the position to get top choice and when rodeos and barrel racing appeared in front of him, he thought his boss might have been trying out a new sense of humour. Oftentimes, he didn’t get the important stories. He was in this constant rut of proving himself, and bouncing around on the same step in the ladder and as soon as he thought he was climbing, he was tossed a curveball. He was a good sport about it, only because he didn’t want to be fired and he needed to work his way up. Now and then, he was tossed a good story, something worthy of his talent. And at least he wasn’t interviewing some aspiring college student; he’d done that once and wanted to drive his own pen through his hand to keep himself awake. Every student was aspiring, thought they were special and had big dreams and plans. It was the dull old story that people ate up because it showed the promise of youth. To him, it just showed the mundane drive to create a story about hope by the paper he worked for. There were important stories out there and the paper did take them on. But they weren’t Chris’ stories. It was a writer that had quite a few years on Chris and was far more established there than he was. He wanted something profound and important. And he honestly didn’t know if there was much importance in telling people about barrel racing. To be honest, Chris had never been to a rodeo in his life. He’d never even set foot on a ranch. His parents raised him in Columbus and he’d spent most of his adult so far in New York City. He was back in Columbus now, but it still was a far stretch from ranch life. He wasn’t a country guy.

There had to be someone with more passion for this kind of thing working on the paper. Though, perhaps the ones with passion would have made it suck. Christian might have taken on pieces that he tended to think were below him, but he made them worth a damn to read. He was a good writer and knew how to catch someone’s attention, hold it and make them interested in just about anything he wanted to sell. Chris had a way with words and it showed. His stories might have looked like they were little on the outline, but when he finished them, he could make anything intriguing. And this was something he was going to have to throw his best at, because it was out of his element. He did his research on the rodeo scene and the woman he was set to interview. Chris wasn’t going to go in with a blank slate like that. To make matters a little more restricting, he was contacted by the rider’s family lawyers. Now, the worst thing to give a journalist was a list of ‘do not asks’. That invoked so much curiosity that it wasn’t even funny. He then wanted to ask those questions. The girl was old money. That wasn’t usually the type you wanted to mess with as a journalist. Christian had been raised wealthy, but his family was completely new money. And Chris had nothing to do with their income anymore. And he wasn’t wealthy, far from it. He made good money, sure, and living on his own gave him more to spend on himself. Not to mention, it was cheaper to live here than it had been in NYC the last few years. Still, the list caused him to ask around a little, to see if anyone he knew was into that whole scene or might’ve known the reason for all the blocks. He got a few answers here and there, and while he knew he needed to stay professional, he couldn’t help the curiosity.

So, he was on his way to Lima, with a list of topics not to talk about, a list to mention and a request not to wear nice shoes. He dressed down, still neat and presentable. But, if he was going to wear sneakers, then he wasn’t going to wear clothes that weren’t going to go with it. And he wasn’t going to some event; there was no need to look overly professional or pretentious. Rarely ever late, Christian managed to get there about the time that he’d estimated before. There had to be some leeway when he was travelling for a job. Although, if someone gave him an exact time, he could be damn sure he’d get there. After he arrived, he was led out to the corral and left there, giving a quick thanks before he looked forward, catching sight of the woman and the horse. He made his way out to it, stopping at the fence. “Riley Dyke?” He called over to her, to ensure that he had the right person. While, he was sure, just by appearance alone. He’d looked into her, of course he did. Christian didn’t go into anything without having some prior information. It wasn’t so bad out here; he wasn’t a small town or ranch kind of guy, but it wasn’t too bad getting out of the office. He wasn’t a fan of driving, but he needed work right now. The distraction was a hell of a lot better than taking a close look at his tangled personal life and what he made out of it.


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RILEY DYKE
Posted: Oct 7 2011, 11:23 AM


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seems like you've mistaken me ,

She heard her name and turned, Stormy’s reigns still in her hands, a mild look of shock on her features as she saw Christian for the first time. Had she bothered to ask the lawyer she would have found out that the reporter was someone her own age and, well, quite attractive instead of the older grumpy guy she was expecting.

“Yea, hang on a moment.”

She turned back to Stormy, reaching up to softly pet her neck, whispering to her to be good and that she’d be back soon. She also might have said something about the tall handsome drink of man passing for a reporter over there and to help make her look good but that would be just silly now wouldn’t it? She then pulled the bridle off of Stormy and let her free into the corral, closing the fence behind her before turning and walking over to the gate where Christian was. Pride was forcing her to try to not make her limp as pronounced as it was so she tried to take it easier, slowing her pace to try to appear less pained. When she finally reached the fence she opened a nearby gate, gesturing for him to enter the main area which was broken up by five corrals, three being used at the moment by various horses and their handlers. Beyond the corrals was a larger grassy area where a dozen or so horses were running free behind a fence. Beyond that were rows and rows of stalls where the horses were housed, a few of them peeking their heads to look around every now and then. Beyond even that was a smallish horse race track, while most of the horses the family breeds were mainly for private ownership they did own a bloodline of racing horses which they kept in good condition for stock.

She glanced down at his shoes a moment and nodded to herself, glad he took her advice, before she looked back up at him, smiling easily as she hooked her thumbs into her pocket. If you had asked the girl it had been entirely to long since she’d been around anyone she found even a little attractive that wasn’t a co-worker on the circuit (those she tried to keep off limits) so being this close to Christian made her just a wee bit nervous, not that she was going to admit it.

“So welcome to our ranch. I’ve had reporters ask me a question here and there before but normally it’s while I was out working so this is kinda new, you know, someone coming up to the house and all. I expected…older I guess, less tall and good looking and more thick glasses and stern. So did you want to walk around, meet Rainstorm, see the spread, or are you a get down and get to it so I can get out of here kinda guy?”

As she spoke she leaned over on the fence, trying her best to look casual about the whole thing, but the rambling along with the tall and good looking comment probably gave her away more than anything else. Mentally she chided herself for both, feeling like she sounded desperate now, which she probably was, since it wasn’t like there were men coming to see her….ever. At the same time she wasn’t going out and looking, self conscious about the fact she did limp and lacking any skills in the relationship arena, her longest relationship had been with her horse.
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CHRISTIAN SULLIVAN
Posted: Oct 7 2011, 10:40 PM


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While Riley dealt with her horse, Christian’s eyes wandered to the other corrals. He was letting himself become familiar with the place. He had done his research on horses and racing, if only to figure out the angle that he wanted to come from. Not to mention, there was nothing worse than being the stupid reporter in an interview. He liked to have knowledge on the topic that he needed to write about. Otherwise, he probably wouldn’t create anything interesting and it would be the person he interviewed that looked at him like the giant idiot. It was better to be informed and aware of what he was doing. In general, however, he knew very little about horses or anything that went with the maintenance or purchase of them. He never had horses when he was young and he’d never ridden one. He hadn’t even had pets as a kid. There were a few fish here and there and a hamster that he let escape out the front door when he was seven. Cats tended to creep him out a little and he had always wanted a dog, but as a kid, his mother was intent on not letting an animal tear up her house or her perfectly landscaped yard. And once he was out on his own, he couldn’t have a dog in college, nor could he have kept one in the apartment he had in New York. Even now, although he was sure his apartment didn’t restrict a dog, he didn’t think he had time for pets. Though, some day, he figured, when he had the time and the place for it. But, he doubted he’d ever have anything resembling a horse or ever be the type that was interested in the country way of life, or rodeos in general.

His expectations had been low when he got the assignment and when he arrived. In hindsight, it wasn’t so bad. Now, he still wasn’t passionate about the story and he had a lot of rules he had to follow, when in reality, he didn’t want to. A more interesting story would be throwing them to the wind. But, the woman was nice, not to mention gorgeous. That was always a plus. And while Christian probably shouldn’t be thinking about that while he was working, he couldn’t help it. There was nothing wrong with admiring somebody. She was attractive and even though he hadn’t dated since Abby, it didn’t mean that he was blind to other women. There had been an obsession with his relationship with Abby and the desire for control that he lost and tried to seize on again. To think of his ex at all right now could put a pretty big damper on him. It reminded him of legal action, of what he’d done and those sneaky ‘i fucked up’ feelings that were trying to chisel away at the perfect composure that he had. It was as if he had built walls around his conscience, denied guilt so many times that he barely felt it. And for a long time, he didn’t. He was able to push it under, just a bit deeper, blame it on her and move on. But now? He found all of that starting to crumble and it wasn’t smart. His life was on the line here. If he was convicted of everything he did, he was going to be shoved in a jail cell with no chance at a career when he got out again. And why the hell did he have to think of that when he was working? Not only working, but in the presence of a beautiful girl? He shouldn’t even let the thoughts cross his mind. Of course he was going to stay professional, but he wasn’t opposed to thinking that someone was attractive. He might not go out and actively date, not after the train wreck of his last relationship (which probably wasn’t a bad thing) and he was a less inclined to randomly hooking up with strangers. Christian couldn’t help but laugh when she described what she expected.

“Sorry, the aging and height thing are kind of hard to change. And I don’t know if I have the face for thick glasses. I could try it out,” he joked, good-naturedly in response and he was complimented by it. At least he wasn’t the only one thinking that the other person looked good. “I cheated and found out what you looked like beforehand, but if it means anything, you're much better in person.” If they were going to ramble shared compliments, he had no problem saying it. And he flashed a bit of a smile after. “I had my day cleared to come up here, so I’m not in any rush.” Now, if it had looked like it was going to be a god awful interview, he would have sat her down right there, got his answers and left in a heartbeat. But, he was thinking that this wouldn’t be the same kind of torture he imagined at first. No, it wasn’t bad and after looking from her, to the ranch for a moment, he turned his eyes back on her. “You know, I’ve never been to a ranch before. We could walk around if you want.” He suggested, then remembering his lack of introduction, he added: “I’m Christian, by the way.” He had no way of knowing whether or not she knew or even remembered the name of the journalist going to see her.


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RILEY DYKE
Posted: Oct 9 2011, 03:21 PM


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seems like you've mistaken me ,

She couldn’t help but smile at the complement, inclining her head in thanks for it, she didn’t think of herself as particularly good looking, not horrid of course, just somewhere in the middle. Course she was now self conscious about the scars she was bound to have from the surgery which made thoughts of sex to her rather intimidating, of course sex had always been a bit intimidating to her. That occurred to her as strange how quickly her mind made the leap from cute reporter to sex in less than a beat, boy she was in need of a distraction it seemed.

“Hey Christian, just Riley will do for me, I sort of can’t stand my last name.”

She opened the fence to the corral that Stormy was in and stepped out, kicking at a rock a moment before turning towards the rows of stalls where they kept the other horses, intending on introducing him to a few. Before that though, as she moved away, she motioned a trainer over to her and asked him to go watch Stormy, to take her through the paces of her daily training, and she’d be back to love on her best friend after. So much for Riley’s words about her schedule not getting interrupted, not that she really minded it now; she couldn’t honestly say when the last time she walked beside a handsome guy. Sad really that she never thought about taking the time to do this stuff but you know, time was all she had right now and he had said he wasn’t in any rush.

As she walked past a few stalls with horses peeking out she would stop and pet their necks, reconnecting with the creatures she considered more family to her than her own flesh and blood. She’d speak softly to a few of them and even offer to let Christian get close enough to pet the more gentle ones, watching how he handled himself around the horses, judging who he was as a person by the care he took with them. She also watched the horses for their reaction to him, feeling that horses were sensitive creatures and if Christian had a bad bone in his body that they’d somehow know, not that it was true mind you. She also paused to pet a few of the Austrian Shepards that her family kept on the ranch, good dogs that had a natural calming ability when it came to spooked horses. She finally stopped at one stall in particular, checking in on a pregnant mare, pulling out of her pocket a carrot for the mother to be.

“So, is this the point where the interrogation begins? I feel the need to warn you, I might ask a few dozen questions back, I did not google you before you came out here so I’m curious.”

Her manner easygoing and relaxed now as she softly stroked the neck of the mare, her dark eyes on Christian hoping that maybe they could move this whole affair from reporter and subject to a more unofficial visit. Hell she wouldn’t mind an invite to dinner at this point, swearing that no one would damn well find out about it, she’d not want the poor guy to have background checks and screenings run on him ala secret service just because she wanted to have dinner with someone who she found attractive.

“It’s funny, I get this feeling like we’ve met before, but I know I’d totally remember you, the tall handsome thing is sort of memorable.”
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CHRISTIAN SULLIVAN
Posted: Oct 17 2011, 11:51 PM


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When Christian went on this job, he wasn’t expecting to do anything more than sit down with someone as a list of questions and be on his way. This wasn’t the interview that he had been dying for. It was one that he really thought his abilities weren’t being paid any favours for. He didn’t know anything about rodeo or barrel racing, not until he did his research on it. Before that, it never came up and he never had any interest in looking into it. He had never been the country type or someone that had any connection to horses. He’d lived in a city all of his life and neither of his parents had connections to ranches or that type of lifestyle. No, they revolved around business and the steel buildings of the city, not a ranch. “Riley it is,” he nodded and didn’t blame her for not wanting to use her last name. If he was younger and far more immature, it might have been funny, but he wasn’t either of those things and even as a kid, he hadn’t been that immature. Though, he could imagine the teasing and the type of jokes that came from having Dyke as a last name. It couldn’t be very flattering. But, this was a professional interview; not the time to discuss the problem with last names like that.

He walked along with her, a little hesitant to get close to any of the horses, even in their stalls, but he loosened up about it and it didn’t show in his posture or expression. He wasn’t used to them and hence, there was naturally nervousness around a large animal that he virtually never had contact with before. As they stopped at the mare, he chuckled. “I didn’t know this was going to be a dual interview, but I can do that.” Of course, if she hadn’t seemed nice or attractive, he probably would have asked if he could just sit and ask the questions and be done. But, he was enjoying her company; perhaps more than he should being there for work and nothing else. Christian was the type that was able to separate his personal life from his professional completely. They never started to transfer over like this before. Though, he supposed being nice to someone didn’t count as really bordering on that line. For an interview he hadn’t necessarily been looking forward to, he was enjoying it. And that in itself surprised him. Especially given that he hadn’t asked her any questions yet. “What made you choose this path? Of everything you could’ve done. Rodeo is still an incredibly male dominated sport.” And was it a sport? Chris thought it must be and the people involved must consider it as such. Christian didn’t give a lot of thought to sports in general. He’d watch a game or two during the holidays or with his friends if they pressured him into it enough. But generally, it hadn’t been the scene that he followed.

It was funny that she mentioned knowing him before, because he kept getting that same vibe. It was like he’d known her, but couldn’t place the where and when. And he was sure he would have remembered her in some way. But, he didn’t. Though, he thought it could have very well been some kind of déjà vu and nothing to pay attention to. But, when she said it, he had to take a closer look, curious as to whether or not he could have actually known her. “I was picking up on that vibe too. I grew up in Columbus.” Though he’d been in New York most of his adult life and he figured he’d remember had it been anytime between college and now. “Though, you know, I wasn’t always this tall.” He said, jokingly.


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RILEY DYKE
Posted: Oct 18 2011, 01:43 AM


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seems like you've mistaken me ,

She held the carrot up to the mare, letting her lips work at it as she chewed it down, her other hand carefully stroking the mare’s neck as she ate. It was obvious by the look on her face that there was a devotion in this girl to these animals, one beyond simple owner and owned, these horses were as much family to Riley as her own, sympathetic ears when she needed ones, comforts to her when she grew up a shy and lonely child. Now that she was an adult who admittedly had some social interaction issues she still felt at home with the horses more than with people. Of course Christian also had the luck of seeing her in her natural environment which put set her at ease, had he met her outside the ranch and her beloved horses he might have seen another side to her, either the shy quiet girl who probably wouldn’t have managed even hello to her or the girl who once she said hello simply wouldn’t shut up, talking to cover up the nerves she had.

“Turnaround is fair play, wouldn’t you say, or would you be more comfortable with me coming to your work and interviewing you there?”

She moved her hand away from the mare as it finished the carrot, then pushed back the cowboy hat from her face, letting him get a better look at her, also looking up to get a better look at him as well, smiling at what she saw. Yea the attraction was there, he was her type, most thought she went after the rough looking cowboy types but truth be told give her a tall man with a easy smile and she’d melt every time. She started to walk again, moving down the stalls as a few hands gave her a wave, looking at Christian curiously. Most knew that they were going to have a visitor today, news like that spread among help quickly, but they also had noticed how Riley was looking at him, carrying herself, yes she’d have hell to pay in the form of teasing for this later but she didn’t care.

“Well I grew up around horses, at first I wanted to race them, I always had a thing for speed I guess, but then I was introduced to the rodeo. There was something about the crowd cheering on as people not only put on a show for them but showed off skills that cowboys for generations have had to maintain. It’s America at its finest, hard working people who are athletic but also have dreams of something better. Not just high paid athletes who want you to wear their shoes or drive the car they do an ad for, hell most of the guys who sell shirts of themselves make them to sell with their own two hands. I’ve met people who want to be ranchers, farmers, horse breeders, and those who just simply want to keep this one truly American way of life alive, where else are you going to get that in this age of MTV, internet, cellular phones? Barrel racing is the female dominated part of the rodeo but a man doing it isn’t unheard of, just very uncommon. It’s exhilarating, fast, and you push yourself to get it just right every time, faster and closer. There simply isn’t anything like it in anything I’ve ever done. I’d rather be dirt poor and racing than live…well live here and not.”

Her passion was evident in just how she described it all, her hands moving with the words, her body becoming more animated. She wanted just to reach out and show him, let him live in her experiences for a moment to see what it all was like. From late night talks with other rodeo vets around a fire where they exchanged stories of competitions past to how they helped out one another, time and effort not wasted when it was needed, family to them didn’t mean who’s blood ran in your veins, it meant who was willing to bleed with you when it came down to it. As she healed at home that is what she missed the most. His next words though brought her out of her nostalgia and made her think again of where she had known him from, shaking her head.

“I grew up in Lima but went to an all girls academy, probably didn’t meet you there. Maybe my family knows yours? You parents into the rich social scene where they sit around for big fancy dinners and pat each other on the backs for being kings of the world? The kind where kids are meant to be seen and not heard?”

Yea she might be a bit bitter about that.
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CHRISTIAN SULLIVAN
Posted: Oct 24 2011, 05:05 PM


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She looked as natural around horses as Christian was at his own apartment, at work or wandering the city. There was little that pushed Chris out of his comfort zone, because he was so self-assured, but it could be done and he clung to his control harder when he felt pushed out of it. He had never been close to horses or the ranch life. He realised, suddenly, he wasn’t even sure that he had any friends that were interested in this lifestyle. If they were, he supposed he would have asked more about it. A few of his colleagues had been able to give him a little information that he didn’t have to research on his own, but for the most part he wasn’t given much by the people he was closer to. Perhaps because he was drawn to people who favoured the city as much as he did. He was used to that atmosphere and while he had groaned, complained and had no interest in rodeo when he came here, and still wasn’t interested in the rodeo itself, he caught himself interested in the woman. She was different than most of the girls he saw on a regular basis. And there was something intriguing and attractive about it. It was unexpected, that was for sure and extremely unprofessional if he up and pursued it. But, she caught his interest and that was something he couldn’t say about most of the people he interviewed. Even if he just wanted interest in what they had to say, he didn’t usually get it. Christian wasn’t given the best stories, because he hadn’t reached the top string yet. They knew he was a good writer, a strong one, but he had to work his way up to first choice. Sometimes he got a choice, but they were limited and not where he wanted to be. Honestly, he didn’t know what was so important that the world needed to know about the rodeo or barrel racing, but here he was to ask the questions.

“I’ll give you fair play and let you do it here, since I like you.” He said in a teasing sort of way, flashing a casual smile. It was listening to her start to talk about what she did that really had him pausing and giving her a look of curiosity. She was passionate. That much could be said by the way her voice carried alone, let alone the way she gestured. She loved what she did and that couldn’t be said about a lot of people. Even Christian knew that he was lucky to be working in what he loved. When his boss gave him hell, it wasn’t always easy to look at it that way, but at the end of the day, he was following his dream. And he loved to write. Chris had a way with words, both written and vocally. He knew how to express precisely what he wanted to get across and could do a lot of good with what he had to say. At the same time, he could break someone down, poke and nudge at weaknesses and exploit people in ways that they wouldn’t have wanted. They would have to strike against him first, of course. But Christian wasn’t someone that you wanted looking at you vindictively. Because, when he decided to wrong someone in the way that he was wronged, he would multiply it. He was comfortable with words and he loved to write. Not only that, but he wanted to be someone that reported important stories. He wanted to make people aware of what was going on out there, to open their eyes and to make real change where it was needed. It wasn’t going to happen so early on in his career, but it was what he was headed towards. While she spoke, he removed a small notepad from his coat pocket, jotting down notes so that he could remember what she said, when it came time to put the piece together. “I can tell you love it. You don’t see that a lot when people are talking about what they do. And what about the risks? I heard you were injured pretty severely, would you say that it’s worth it?” He asked.

Christian wasn’t athletic aside from a gym membership. He didn’t work in a rugged line, his hands were the hands of a writer, not at all calloused by hard labour, but instead too much time with a pen and fingers to a keyboard. He was physical, but not in the way of work. And violence was definitely an issue for him. He’d been in his share of fights. He had a temper. It happened. But, he definitely wasn’t a cowboy or someone who spent a lot of time outside working with animals. He never did that and never had. At her description, he couldn’t help but laugh softly, because it’s what he imagined. And he meant it by no offence at all. “No, no. Think below that, attorney’s and businessmen getting together to talk about how far up the ladder they’re climbing. And those were pretty rare. My parents are extremely well off, but they’re not... this He said, glancing around. No, he was from an upper class home, but he was separated by the line from the higher class of old money socialites. And now that he was on his own, with his own career and income, he was far below that. Christian wasn’t rich at all. He made good money, sure, and since he lived alone and had an affordable apartment, he could afford a lot of luxuries and had managed his money well so far, but he wasn’t rich. He didn’t make his parents’ money, nor could he make this. “You ever go to any shows? Concerts? Summer camp?”


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She knew the question of her fall would come up, having gone over the way to answer it in her head over and over again. Her responses had ranged from no comment to long diatribes about how people look for excuses to say something is unsafe in order to stop it, but now faced with the question she felt a bit more at ease and tossed the way she thought she would react out the window and just said what felt right in the now.

“Lots of thing in life are dangerous but you don’t really live unless you go out and take the bull by the horns now do you? Yea, I was hurt, accidents happen but I’ll be fine in a month or so. Bonus, I can set of any metal detector in the world and claim it’s the screws inside of me…yes I’m a little screwy already they just added to it.”

Okay it was a truly lame joke in the end but he was making her all kinds of nervous and the worse the nerves got the more stuff fell out of her mouth without her realizing she said it till it was too late. Her father used to chide her about it over and over again but it was a trait uniquely her’s, she called it a case of the babbles or rambling. Of course talking to a reporter was probably not the best time for her to have this particular problem but really, again, she could not help herself. The only thing keeping it from getting worst was that she was in a familiar place which put her somewhat at ease, had she been somewhere else she probably would be going on and on and on.

“The last concert I took in was Brooks and Dunn and I somehow doubt that is your crowd, correct me if I’m mistaken cause that would be a nice surprise. Yes I am your typical country loving girl, all that’s missing is the fact I don’t live in Texas I suppose.”

She started walking again at that, nerves wanting her to remain in some sort of motion as she raised an eyebrow, trying to place his face at that stupid summer camp her parents sent her to when she was like ten. He would have looked a bit different then but maybe…

“There was this horrid summer camp I was subjected to when I was ten, Adirondack Camp, but your parents were to cool to make you go through that ordeal weren’t they?”

The truth was that if she hadn’t been teased mercilessly by the other kids there she might have really enjoyed herself. She loved being out in the outdoors and they had all these activities that appealed to her, making her want to try them, but after the first day or two of her last name being the source of the bullies fun she was to miserable to see past the horrible into the possibly awesome.
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Christian had gone over the questions in his head multiple times since he was assigned that story. No matter how important he thought the story was going to be, he made sure he was going to be prepared. He was used to getting no comments or vague answers. Usually, he was able to move around them and he could angle what he said to get the right answers. As a journalist, he’d heard a lot of answers. And he knew a lot of tricks. But, he could also speculate about what a person’s answers meant. It wasn’t all that hard, no matter how they answered. No comments, to him, were usually full of a revealing quality. Though, he couldn’t base a column around speculation. While he was allowed to have his opinion pressed in, he had to have facts and reasons to back up what he was trying to get people to think. Whether he was painting something in a good light or a bad light. And he planned for different answers too. If he had a question, he usually had several renditions and remarks for whatever answer could be given. Chris liked to be prepared. But, at the same time, he was perfectly fine with thinking on his feet. He could make this go naturally and calmly, rather than acting like he was reading off of note cards. And honestly, he liked interviews where they were a little more casual than professional; as long as he was getting along with the person he was interviewing. Sometimes, he wanted to run off the questions, get the answers and get the hell out fast. Riley didn’t make him feel that way.

At first, he worried that he might feel that way. He had known nothing about rodeo or the country life beforehand. It wasn’t something he had ever thought about. Chris was firmly planted in the city. He’d grown up there and loved it. While he didn’t necessarily want to stay in Albany forever, he still loved the city. And he’d lived in NYC for years before he came back. And sure, he missed the city, but he was never going back. At least, that was how he saw it right now, with Abby still being there and his own guilt attacking him and reminding him that he had a conscience and it still existed. He’d much rather stay in Albany and try his best to push past that part of his life. Unfortunately, it wasn’t easy, not after he was cracked open and reminded of what he did and how wrong it was. The best thing he had to focus on was work and that’s what he did. It was an escape from his own mistakes and the person he kept seeing in the mirror. As he listened to her go on, he chuckled softly, in response to her humour. “Okay, sure. But, most people are going for the metaphorical bull. You’re chasing the real thing.” he offered. “So once you’re back in shape, do you plan to get back out there? Like nothing ever happened?” He asked, curious. Sure, he understood following a passion despite risks. But once hurt, some people might rethink that and he wondered just how far her passion was going to extend. He could admire someone with a lot of passion, even if it wasn’t something that he ever saw himself being into.

“No, sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever heard them.” He admitted and it was natural for him not to. He didn’t listen to country music at all. That was an entire subculture that he had never paid any attention to. “My last concert was Radiohead. I know about as much about country life as I know about advanced physics.” And by the way he phrased it, he hoped it came across as knowing nothing. Since physics wasn’t his area of expertise either. But, at the same time, he was being respectful. He respected different tastes and while he wasn’t going to catch himself listening to country or living like a country boy, he could be fine with people that did. It was their prerogative. Life would be pretty boring otherwise. As she mentioned the camp though, a spark of recognition came to him. “Sorry, my parents were just as lame.” He admitted. “I stayed cooped up a lot of the time. I used to linger in the dining hall, reading, because I didn’t want to get dirty.” He explained, with a smile. “I was kind of a wimp. The only outside thing I wanted to do was swim.” Even now, he wasn’t very outdoorsy. Though, he definitely had a different respect for being outdoors now than he did when he was a kid. It seemed kind of peaceful, although he didn’t ever think he was going to make a hobby of being outside in nature. “You know, when I read your name, I thought it sounded familiar.”


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There was that question she dreaded, had he known her better or hell had anyone else who knew her better were around they would have seen the hesitation, the way she looked down a moment and pulled her hand through her hair, not meeting his eyes or looking at him when she answered, it was classic Riley for the answer I’m giving you isn’t the truth, well the whole truth. She hated herself for lying or at least deceiving him…hell anyone, she had enough morals to feel badly about deception like this but she told herself it didn’t matter much, it wasn’t like she would ever see him again right? He’d finish the interview and get back into his car and then that would be it, she didn’t have the courage to tell him she liked him and why would he return the sentiment anyway?

“As soon as the doctor gives me a go ahead I’m back to work like anyone would want to be. It’s what I want to do.”

Yes her words carefully chosen, none of them a lie but the truth was she doubted if she’d ever be returning to it. Of course the long lonely nights sitting up in the guest house were part of an indication how much she missed it, the friends she had there, how they all would sit outside their campers, trailers, and RVs after hours with a few beers and talk about everything and nothing at all. How every now and then the Banes would join them and she’d get a chance to look just feeling normal, like just a simple person in the big world. She didn’t want the lifestyle her parents had, it seemed too big for her, and now she was caught up in it again and it felt alien and wrong. If it were up to her she’d just turn the running of the family businesses over to the bean counters and sell the ranch, make her own heaven somewhere else between the rodeo and a small ranch. Of course now she wasn’t sure if the rodeo was going to be part of it anymore and shutting herself away in a ranch would ensure that she’d probably never get that little family that would go along with that ideal dream of hers.

“Real cityboy hua? Well that’s okay lemme try with someone more mainstream, you like Johnny Cash?”

She walked with him up to another stall, pulling a bag of baby carrots out of her pocket as the horse inside peeked his head out to see them, part way knowing what to expect. She held the bag of carrots out to him, wanting to see what his reaction would be to feeding a horse and more importantly to see what the horse thought of him.

“This is Autumnfire, he’s one of our racehorses, I promise he won’t hurt you and probably will be your best friend if you give him a few carrots. I wanted camp to be awesome but the girls there kinda made fun of me, spent most of it between the two or three horses that were there and my room. Did people call you Chris back then?”
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Christian accepted her answer. To him, it was impressive to be willing to go back to a job where you were injured. He didn’t know how ready he would be, though he wasn’t in a line of work that was all that dangerous. Unless, he started to take stories in unstable, dangerous areas, in which case it could be. Though, that type of opportunity hadn’t even come up in Christian’s career yet. And while he had no interest in being in danger, that was where a lot of the really good stories could be found and it was important, so of course he hoped that one day he might be able to have those opportunities. But to fall off a horse and to break bones the way she did, he would have been questioning that completely. Then again, he didn’t have a love for horses or the rodeo. But, he did know what it was like to have passion for something and to love what he did. And there was very little that could ever make him rethink the occupation that he took. And if anything held him up, he’d be dying to get back to work. Right now, he was working constantly. It was the one escape he had from the mess of his personal life.

“Is there a lot of support for you to return?” He asked, the natural follow-up question to that. He knew that the interview was pretty basic. But, he found himself a little interested in her answers, more than he thought he would be. But, he attributed it to how much she seemed to love this lifestyle. He could respect that even if he didn’t exactly understand the line of work. He was always going to belong more to the city and he was never going to be the outdoorsy type or the guy that could ride horses. But, if someone loved that and worked hard to be where they were, then he could give them as much respect as he would someone in a field that he understood and looked up to. And when someone had passion, it could make just about anything seem interesting. Plus, he was finding himself liking her a bit, which didn’t usually happen when he worked, but he wasn’t arguing with himself over it either. Christian followed her into the stall, his eyes on the horse. They were beautiful animals; he had to give them that. But, at the same time, they were large and a little intimidating. He had never really been all that close to them.

“Johnny Cash I can handle now and then,” he wouldn’t call himself a fan, because that would take it too far. But, everyone knew Johnny Cash and he, of course, knew a few songs and liked them. But country music as a whole, no, that wasn’t where he had a taste for. As she held the carrots out to him, Chris eyed the bag for a moment. He was nervous about it, naturally, because horses had big teeth, right? And what if it didn’t take to him? Animals sensed certain things about people. God, and when did he allow his guilt to creep up in the middle of work, out of nowhere like that? “You sure? I’ve never fed a horse before.” He might as well admit it, because he probably wore the bit of nervousness on his face. He took the bag though, to be a good sport. He wasn’t going to wimp out and run away from a horse! Honestly he would have liked to have her comfortable attitude around the horses. “All right, Autumnfire, I’m counting on a friendship here,” he said, as if the horse would somehow understand and just not bite his hand off. He pulled a carrot from the bag, and held it up to the horse, relieved when the animal took it easily, causing him to smile. “Kids in summer camps are cruel. Actually, kids, in general are.” He replied, but he understood that. “Yeah, they did.” And well, for the most part still did if they were a friend.


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It wasn’t the first broken bone Riley had suffered from a fall from a horse, just the most extensive, and one she wasn’t able to suck up and get right back in the saddle immediately afterward. When she was thirteen she was helping green-break a new horse and it got the upper hand on her and bucked her off, sending her flying into the fence of the corral. Well she did what you’re supposed to do when a horse bucks you off that time, she got up and even though she had a hairline fracture in her wrist she got back up on the horse and stayed on its back till it decided she was more stubborn then it and started to obey her commands. That’s when she got off and went into the hospital to get her wrist seen to. She wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, well she wasn’t till her big accident, now fear was inside her and radiated out whenever she got close to saddling Rainstorm and what was worse her horse knew it and reacted to it. So while she wanted to go back to work she wasn’t sure if she was ever going to be able to.

“Well if the weekly phone calls from my agent are any indication I guess there is support, either that or he really needs his ten percent. See like any athlete some of us have agents as well to book in various rodeos, keep track of public appearances, merchandising, there’s a big business side of it all. Some families act for their riders, like a mother or father or sibling doing the work of an agent so all the funds stay in the family, heck I’ve even seen wives and husbands do the work as well. When you’re just starting out you normally do it all yourself but the longer you are in the circuit, the more of a name you make for yourself, it becomes necessary. I guess I was doing okay for myself.”

Of course she was actually doing more than okay for herself; she’d actually just one a division championship and was on her way to being ranked for a national championship. The truth was she was good enough to have won that trophy this year if it wasn’t for her accident. Odds were once she got back into the saddle and back into shape she would be the one taking it home, but she first had to get back in the saddle again.

As he smiled, Autumfire accepting the carrots from his hand, she reached out to pet the horse’s neck gently in thanks for not spooking the guy. She trusted the horse to not have spooked Christian to much but what she was looking for was other cues in her animal friend, the way the horse’s ears were relaxed gently forward, how it didn’t pull back quickly from Christian when it had the carrots, how it stayed still, not shuffling it’s feet nervously, all those cues told Riley that the horse was at ease and that it felt no threat from Christian, in Riley’s eyes the horse had basically told her that Christian was a good person. She trusted her animal’s intuition better than her own and better than most human’s, thinking they all had a sixth sense about who a person was at their core. Autumnfire liked Christian, therefore Christian was a good person deep down.

“Well now you made a friend for life, you realize she’s gonna want you to bring carrots if you ever see her again right?”

Riley returned Christian’s smile, her face lighting up with pride of her horse and his accomplishment. She knew right then and there she wanted to see him again but she wasn’t sure how to go about asking him that, would it be to forward?

“Well I like Christian, my favorite country singer is named Christian actually.”
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Expectations of meeting Riley hadn’t been particularly high when he set out to do this interview. The way that the lawyers had spoken to him and all the limits he had made it seem like the family had even more interesting details that would have done wonders to share. But, upon meeting her, he felt like maybe he should have had higher expectations. He was impressed by her completely. She had a passion that he probably should have expected but hadn’t considered as much in that profession. Frankly, the way she answered his questions made it easy for him to see ways to make people interested in the story. By all means, he was interested in her—which also wasn’t what he expected to happen. The rodeo was a foreign concept to Chris. He hadn’t been to one in his entire life and no one that he knew were big fans of it. Though, his boss seemed to be interested in it, given that he had given him the story and a little bit of information before he began the actual research behind it. But, his family had never been the outdoorsy type. His parents sent him to summer camp before to try to get him more involved in being outside and also as a way for him to meet other kids, but he hadn’t taken to it much and it wasn’t as if his parents would ever be seen outside in the wilderness. The farthest outside they would go was to some extravagant backyard that resembled the real world. And he liked being inside more than he craved being out. It wasn’t that he couldn’t find something awe-inspiring about nature. He knew beauty when he saw it. But, he loved the city above all else. He liked the buildings and the people and the pace of it. He’d never been a country boy; that was for sure. But, somehow he found his interest piqued by someone who was so much more country than he could ever be.

He nodded a little, in understanding. It made sense that they would have that. They just hadn’t been what he usually thought of when it came down to the rodeo. “And what about friends? Family? Fans?” He asked, assuming that she probably had fans. There were people who loved the rodeo, he was sure. He hadn’t met them, but there was no doubt that there was a scene that catered to that kind of thing. “And from what I read, you were doing more than okay for yourself.” He added, because he read about her championship, although he also had to research what it meant in comparison to other prizes. There had been a lot of research into just getting this interview, because he was out of his element a little. Of course, that was what happened in journalism and sometimes the research portion was just as interesting. He definitely did like to know what he was talking about a little bit by the time he covered a story. He didn’t want to be in the dark or feel completely stupid standing there and asking questions about something that he couldn’t understand. Chris wanted to be well-informed, even if it was a story like this one. He didn’t settle for throwing out nothing even when he wasn’t originally craving the topic. Everything that Christian wrote, he did it in a way that he hoped was appealing to everyone reading. He wanted to catch people that might not normally look into the topics. But, at the same time, it was sometimes hard when he was getting stories that were hard for him to be interested in. And Christian had done more than his fair share of interviews with people that bored him to death and disappointed him completely. She wasn’t in that mix. He was too impressed.

“I’ll have to remember that,” Chris smiled. He didn’t know if they would see each other again, although in the back of his mind he kind of hoped so. He knew, however, it would probably lack a professional edge if he asked if they would see each other after this. He was hear doing a job and the idea of picking up on someone or even being interested that way caught him off guard. It had been a long time and he didn’t even know if he was supposed to be thinking about other people yet. “I’m glad you approve.” He chuckled. “Though, I can’t say I’ve ever heard of him.”


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