Macey
I stand, transfixed with fear, as Logan’s bronc bucks him viciously.
So viciously that Logan gets thrown into the air sideways.
I can’t swallow my scream.
Logan misses the wall but hits the ground.
He’s not getting up.
My heart plummets.
A rodeo hand runs out and gathers Apollo and leads him away so he can’t hurt Logan.
But Logan’s not getting up.
Medical personnel rush the arena.
Luke’s out there now squatting next to Logan.
Without thinking what I’m doing, I scale the fence and jump over.
I run toward him as he lies motionless in the middle of the ring.
Tears hit my cheeks.
I can’t lose him.
Logan, please be okay. You have to be okay.
A stretcher comes out and Logan is lifted onto it.
And my heart goes with him.
Logan
Macey, I still haven’t told you…
Macey, I love you.
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Logan
Buzzing.
Voices.
So many loud voices around me. I can’t make out who is who.
I’m drifting again.
Swirling.
I’m being lifted. Carried.
I try to open my eyes. My eyelids are too heavy. My thoughts are jumbling together.
