I'm a country boy, born and raised. He's new in town and all city. Bronc riding has always been my main focus, the plan simple: Work hard, go pro, show the world what I was made of. It hasn't been easy, but I did it through dedication and a whole lot of determination. My dreams came true, my life more than fulfilled... Or so I thought. I never knew how much I ached for more until I stopped to help a stranger on the side of a one lane road one chilly, fall afternoon. He couldn't be more different than me, with his messy curls and the chipped black polish. But from the moment he fumbled over his words, flustered and tense, sitting in the driver's seat of his broken down ride, I knew I wanted to know more. Know everything. This all-consuming need to get to know him, to get close to him is new. He's only in town for a short while, Copper Lake merely a temporary stop. Getting close to him is foolish... But there's no way I can stop it. Not when he makes me feel things I've never felt before. What happens when he goes back to the city and I'm left in the dust watching his tail lights disappear down the dirt road?