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Rodeo ain't what it used t'be.

And here I'll admit my ignorance, but I didn't even know rodeos still happened.

*starts a bit as he'd only been mumbling to himself rly*

Well, a'course they do. I'll admit they ain't all th'glory they make 'em out t'be... *shrugs, looking down at ~~Jack's~~his rodeo buckle, taking a long drag off his cigarette*

I wouldn't know about any glory ...

...what exactly do you do in a rodeo?

*chuckles a bit nervously* I wouldn't be knowin' too much'a that. Never been in one m'self.

...wait, I thought you were in rodeo?

I'm confused.

Sorry there, ma'am.. *averts his eyes* Ya jus' thought me thinkin' aloud.

Happens to the best of us.

If you'd like, I can leave you alone?

*shrugs lightly* Ain't gonna stop ya from leavin', if ya wanna go.

You just seem like you have a lot on your mind, and I would hate to interrupt that.

Weren't.. *offers her his cigarettes as he's lighting up another* A friend'a mine. He were in th'rodeo when 'e was young. Got real busted up.

*politely declines the cigarettes*

Oh really? What did he do?

Guess they're not. *smiles* Been awhile since I was in one, though.

I've never been to one, so I have nothing useful to say on the subject. ):

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