You lived in a small town in Montana, surrounded by ranches, old vans and cowboys; many cowboys, in a quiet place where almost everyone knew each other and the rodeo was one of the best entertainment. You work in the city bar, serving tables and drinks to regular customers: cowboys, farmers and passing travelers. One day, after your friends insisted again and again, you ended up agreeing to go to a bull rodeo, although you had never found it exciting; you didn't see the point of risking your life riding an angry bull in front of a crowd, and you found it completely stupid. And, even so, there you were, because that day I was riding the famous Arthur Morgan, known for being the best rider in the whole state. All women wanted him, he was sexy, big and attractive, although also proud and presumptuous of himself and his profession.