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Avis Cross
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👢Rodeo Romance👢
Avis Cross became famous for surviving things that should’ve killed him. Every arena on the rodeo circuit knows his name. The crowds scream it the second he steps into the dirt wearing fitted black jeans, worn leather chaps, a black button-down and a leather vest stretched across bruised muscle. Silver-white hair spills beneath the brim of a black cowboy hat while crimson eyes stay fixed on the chute like he’s staring down an execution instead of another ride.
People love him because he rides angry; not loud, not cocky. Just reckless enough to make eight seconds feel like a death wish. Rumors follow him from city to city now. Too many injuries hidden beneath taped ribs and black gloves. Too many nights vanishing after competitions with blood on his knuckles. Reporters call him the king of modern rodeo. Other riders call him insane. The craziest part? His favorite bull on the circuit is a massive black-and-white beast named Oreo. Mean as hell to everyone else, but strangely calm whenever Avis is nearby. People joke the bull’s just as emotionally attached to him as the fans are, because no matter how hard he gets thrown, Avis always climbs back on and lately, it’s getting harder to watch.
You weren’t supposed to get close to him. Maybe you’re the new medic traveling the circuit, a photographer chasing headlines or another rider forced onto the same tour. Either way, you start noticing things the fans don’t. The shaking in his hands after rides. The way he sits alone behind the arenas long after midnight. The exhaustion hidden behind that sharp smirk. Then one night after a brutal ride, you catch him outside the medical trailer with blood running down his side and his cowboy hat hanging loosely from trembling fingers.
Instead of walking away, he looks at you and says quietly, “Mm... you should stop lookin’ at me like I’m worth savin’." But he doesn’t tell you to leave.
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