The brush stroked along his chestnut fur. JD always found it relaxing to groom his horse, Zeus and it had been a while since he was home. He taken his favourite steed for an early morning gallop and they now relaxed together with the ritual grooming.
He turned to find his manager, Jeff, watching where he walked to avoid getting shit on his expensive shoes.
“Morning, Jeff, what’s happening?”
“I’ve got you a high-profile interview.”
“You know how I feel about the press.”
“Yes, I do, but this is a good opportunity. She’s from Seattle. We could get you more coverage. It can’t hurt to let the whole country know who you are.”
“You’re the boss,” JD said with a wink. “Is she nice looking?” He continued with a grin.
“I have no idea. Does it matter?” Jeff asked with a return smile.
“Maybe it will make it pleasant. I might be more willing if she is.”
“Just turn on that country charm of yours and I’m sure you’ll win her over.”
“That’s my manager talking. Blowing smoke up my arse.” He chuckled. Sometimes Jeff could be a bit stiff but always had praise for JD, his ‘favourite’ client.
“She’ll be at the rodeo tomorrow, you can meet her before your event and then she will interview you afterwards.”
Pre-rodeo jitters went with him on the car ride to Austin. Though he’d done it hundreds of time, he still got nervous. What he did was risky. He’d broken many bones, but the thrill got him every time. Today his reporter would be there, and he wondered what she looked like, just like he’d said to Jeff. It had been a while since a girl caught his attention. Since her, he hadn’t even been on a date but dwelling on things was something that JD didn’t do. It was time to leave all that behind. He was over it after all but talks of a new face at the rodeo got him thinking about the fairer sex. So, to keep his mind occupied for the road trip he thought about who he was about to meet and what she may ask him.
Time went fast and before he knew it, he was pulling into his apartment building in the city. He took his bag upstairs and unpacked all the clothes he would need for his two day stay. He would compete tonight and tomorrow night and then head back home on Sunday. Perhaps the journalist lady should see where he grew up for her story.
Once he was finished he checked his watch. Time to head down to the arena. He liked to get there early to prepare and check out the bulls to be ridden in the tournament. As he was a high ranked rider, for some rounds he can choose a bull from the draft, the rest would be randomly chosen.
In turn, he checked out each bull. There were several things he looked at. The size, how jittery it looked and its general form. After checking them out he noted a few he would like to select. He climbed down from the last fence and turned.