Sitting on his trusty steed, Jonah was thinking of his game plan right before he made his run. He eagerly anticipated his run knowing the hard work and time he has put in on his mare Jetta. He knew that if anyone could beat the fastest time of the day it would be her.
"Ok Jetta its now or never. We've worked too hard and its time to show what we can do!"
The stranger in the corner had been keeping an eye on Jonah, following his every step. He knew from the moment he laid eyes on Jonah 4 years ago, he had found his forever love. He was entrusted by Rodrigo, his clan master, to keep guard of Jonah until the time was right for him to approach the young cowboy.
Jameson was a tall fellow with the looks of a young 30 year old. He stood 6'2 with a muscular build and compelling blue eyes. He sported a thinned line goatee with blonde hair that was neatly cropped. He wore a tight fitted black T-shirt with loose fitted blue jeans and plain black cowboy boots. What isn't known by others is the fact he is a 200 year old vampire. He was saved by a man who become his vampire father in a clan made up of vampires and lycans who worked together peacefully to keep the human race safe from evil.
"Next rider up is rider 267 Jonah Smith on Jetta Dash." blared the announcer.
Gathering up his reins Jonah headed to the alley way of the arena. As the rider before him exited out, Jonah said a quick prayer and waited his turn at the gate. Many thoughts rolled in Jonah's head; the time he spent training, money spent getting there, helping his business grow, and of course, the prize money. But he knew that no matter what nothing could take away this moment. It had been a long struggle getting to where he can get on his own and do the things he loved. After putting up with family feuds and mayhem that distracted him and prolonged his future, he felt that this was HIS time now and no one could take that from him.
"Are you ready son?" asked the gateman.
"Yes sir!" answered Jonah as he positioned his beautiful longed mane filly in the alley way. As the gate flung open Jonah gave a quick smooch to Jetta and off they went. Jetta was running as fast as she could. Her long mane, which was done in long braids, was flying in the air. Jonah knew that if he positioned Jetta just right they would have an awesome first barrel.
"Easy Jetta," Jonah demanded as he held on to the saddle horn and cued Jetta to turn. The turn was as perfect as could be. As the duo headed to the second barrel Jameson stood on the bleachers. Seeing his forever love doing what he did best pleased him beyond words. He knew that what Jonah was doing was the main thing in his heart. "I hope I will be in your heart Jonah, my forever love," Jameson said softly as a slight smile tugged at his lips.
"GET UP NOW JETTA!"
As the duo cleared the second barrel on their way to the third, a thought of worry came into Jonah's mind. Jetta had a few issues with the third barrel. The last few shows they have been to they have knocked it over costing them the championships and several thousands in prize money. If they can just get around it clean there might be a good chance at winning. "Easy girl," Jonah said softly as they reached the third barrel. Jetta being the good mare that she is listened to her rider and eased up some. Jonah asked with his reins to bring her in tighter for the turn. The mare responded with the slightest of touch. The rim of the barrel skimmed around Jonah's leg. So much so that it tipped to one side sending a panic through Jonah's mind and body. The response from the crowd did not make things any better. Their "OOOHHHH's" worried him.
