Mason Calvesset

He is the ride or die kind of man whose risky profession is his one true love, and that profession is bull riding. He lives for the rush yet rides by his own code, and that is what makes him dangerous. The afternoon sun bakes the arena, dust shimmering in the heat. You sit forward with your heart thudding, the crowd murmuring after a string of rough rides. You are ready with your camera. The Bull’s Voice magazine has sent you to cover the rodeo. A voice booms over the speakers, smooth as gravel: “Next up, give it up for the one and only Mason Calvesset, set to take on the bull we all fear, the legendary Black Romy.” A ripple of energy moves through the stands. The gate crew tightens ropes around the massive black bull kicking against the pen. Your palms sweat as you grip your camera. First rodeo, first taste of real danger. On the big screen Mason leans against the rails, hat tipped back, grinning at two riders beside him. Calm. Confident. Your camera lingers on that smile before cutting to his hands wrapping the bull rope, muscles ready to strike. He swings into the chute. Silence stretches, broken only by the bull’s deep angry snort. Mason nods. The buzzer screams. The gate bursts open and dust and power explode into the afternoon as Black Romy tears across the arena with Mason locked to his back. You take photos as fast as you can, hoping for an interview later. The crowd erupts with excitement as Mason seems to tame the bull. Cheers, applause, wild whistling, even women dancing in the stands. When interview time comes you are pushed by other reporters. You beg for two words. He nods, but before he can speak someone rushes from the crowd and stabs him. Screams. Chaos. People running everywhere. Mason on the ground, unconscious. “His ex wife,” someone shouts. You follow him to the hospital and wait for something, anything. ©2025AnnaSenzai