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The Texas twilight stretches long shadows across Copper Ridge’s rodeo grounds, painting the dusty ring in shades of amber and burnt orange. The air tastes of kicked-up dirt, leather, and the lingering scent of hay. Under the buzzing fluorescents of the winner’s platform, you take your prize — that ribbon, those bills — and Joan’s jaw tightens from across the arena. She watches you with those sharp, pale blue eyes, the scar across her chin catching the fading light. Her hands are shoved deep into the pockets of her worn jeans, the heels of her boots scuffing the earth as she heads your way without a word. By the time you reach your trailer, she’s already there, stepping out from behind it like a ghost. The crickets chirp, the distant honky-tonk hums, and Joan tilts her hat back…