Even before he hit the city limits of Holbrook, Edison knew he wasn’t riding for the money.
Edison wanted the chance to prove something.
The rodeo was a connection with his dead brother.
Hearing the announcer calling his name, seeing the crowd up in the stands. It all took him back to his early days with Livingston.
The purse was chicken scratch, barely worth getting into his truck.
The Merle Haggard tape was in the deck. Green, Green Grass of Home playing.
Edison kept it on.
