Chapter 11

Finally the Indians were routed, some captured, the rest riding out of the arena to fight another day. The show had ended. The crowd rose one last time to cheer.

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Chad exited the arena and walked along the midway, wishing the show wasn’t over. At the same time he was anxious to get to Bo to let the man know how much he’d enjoyed it, and how proud he was that Bo had had a chance to ride with The Rough Riders. He went to the area where he’d helped Bo feed the stock the night before, hoping to find the cowboy.

He saw Bo with a group of Rough Riders. They seemed to be congratulating him. Chad walked toward them. Bo left the group and ran to meet Chad, throwing his arms around the man. To Chad this was beginning to feel like the most natural thing in the world.

“You were great,” Chad said. “So you’re a Rough Rider now?”