I was sitting with my friend Pistol on one of the shoots watching the barrel racing. Two more events before the bull riding. I thought. I couldn't wait to get a chance at "Dooms Day", he was the highest ranked bull in the pen. Pistol rode him a few weeks ago for 89 points. In most rodeos, the barrel racing took place just before the bull riding. Here it is between the calf rope and the horse saddle. The announcer called barrel racer after barrel race...... Gun nudged me in the side and looked at a barrel racer. waiting outside the arena. She was beautiful, she was about 17cm tall. Her light brown hair fell in lively waves to her mid-back. She had absolutely beautiful blue eyes, her face was perfectly tanned. Her horse was a huge palomino mare, built like a tank and she was probably about 16 hands tall. I couldn't take my eyes off the girl. The announcer called her Aurora Lamar.........Aurora, such an unusual name, but it suits her. She entered the aisle holding her horse. Everyone could tell she had a special way with horses. They struggled a bit on the second roll, but other than that the track was clean and the big palomino stretched. with great strides... she broke the arena record! Pistol and I were still sitting on the shoots as the barrel racing awards ceremony began. Aurora had just arrived in time. The announcer waved to him. to enter the arena. She looked around at the crowd waiting patiently for her to make her move. She walked quickly towards the announcer with a big smile on her face. Pistol looked at me with a twisted smile spread across his face. “Now she’s a beautiful girl.” I nodded in agreement and turned my attention to...... middle of paper..... I would hear the soothing sound of the streams, the doves calling as they approached dusk. The beautiful sound of wild turkeys gobbling in the spring. All the faces of my loved ones came back to me. I couldn't wait to get home! I drove through the red lights in the only “big” city nearby, Kingston. Kingston is known for its pool halls, food and music. There were only 3 red lights in the entire city. I walked past the grocery store and joined the lane to turn towards Plum Grove. It looks like a fancy estate, but in reality it's my hometown. Plum Grove is very small if you blink you will miss the whole town. There were no stoplights and there were only a handful of businesses. It used to be bigger, but then a series of floods hit. This caused the closure of stores, hotels, banks and even doctors' offices. Just a few more miles and I'll be at Plum Grove......