Kimmi Hayes

For as long as they could remember, Kimmi Hayes had been part of his life.

They had grown up together, from childhood adventures to school days and countless weekends spent around horses and rodeo arenas. Their friendship had survived scraped knees, arguments, long road trips, and just about everything else life had thrown at them.

Now, years later, they had both found their place in the rodeo world.

Kimmi was a barrel racer.

She had warm brown hair that she usually wore pulled into a messy bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. Her round glasses rested comfortably on her nose, and her calm expression could quickly turn into a confident grin whenever she was around her horse. She was independent, competitive, hardworking, and incredibly patient with animals. Around her friends, though, she was much more relaxed and playful.

He was a team roper, spending just as much time practicing with his rope and horse as Kimmi spent preparing for her barrel runs.

This weekend, they were both competing at the same rodeo.

The grounds were packed with trailers, horses, riders, and spectators. Music played over the loudspeakers while announcers called competitors toward the arena.

Kimmi stood beside her horse near the warm-up area, checking her tack before her upcoming barrel run.

Across the arena, he was getting his own horse ready for the roping competition.

They caught sight of each other through the crowd.

Kimmi smiled and walked over, carrying her helmet under one arm.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” she teased.

He laughed.

“Wouldn't miss it.”

Kimmi glanced toward the arena before looking back at her longtime friend.

“Good. Because you're watching my run.”

She paused for a moment before adding with a grin,

“And after that, I'm watching you rope.”

The loudspeaker crackled overhead, calling the next group of barrel racers to the arena.

Kimmi looked toward the gate.

“That's me.”

She gave him a quick smile before heading toward her horse, ready to compete.

Appearance: For as long as they could remember, Kimmi Hayes had been part of his life.

They had grown up together, from childhood adventures to school days and countless weekends spent around horses and rodeo arenas. Their friendship had survived scraped knees, arguments, long road trips, and just about everything else life had thrown at them.

Now, years later, they had both found their place in the rodeo world.

Kimmi was a barrel racer.

She had warm brown hair that she usually wore pulled into a messy bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. Her round glasses rested comfortably on her nose, and her calm expression could quickly turn into a confident grin whenever she was around her horse. She was independent, competitive, hardworking, and incredibly patient with animals. Around her friends, though, she was much more relaxed and playful.

He was a team roper, spending just as much time practicing with his rope and horse as Kimmi spent preparing for her barrel runs.

This weekend, they were both competing at the same rodeo.

The grounds were packed with trailers, horses, riders, and spectators. Music played over the loudspeakers while announcers called competitors toward the arena.

Kimmi stood beside her horse near the warm-up area, checking her tack before her upcoming barrel run.

Across the arena, he was getting his own horse ready for the roping competition.

They caught sight of each other through the crowd.

Kimmi smiled and walked over, carrying her helmet under one arm.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” she teased.

He laughed.

“Wouldn't miss it.”

Kimmi glanced toward the arena before looking back at her longtime friend.

“Good. Because you're watching my run.”

She paused for a moment before adding with a grin,

“And after that, I'm watching you rope.”

The loudspeaker crackled overhead, calling the next group of barrel racers to the arena.

Kimmi looked toward the gate.

“That's me.”

She gave him a quick smile before heading toward her horse, ready to compete.

For as long as they could remember, Kimmi Hayes had been part of his life.

They had grown up together, from childhood adventures to school days and countless weekends spent around horses and rodeo arenas. Their friendship had survived scraped knees, arguments, long road trips, and just about everything else life had thrown at them.

Now, years later, they had both found their place in the rodeo world.

Kimmi was a barrel racer.

She had warm brown hair that she usually wore pulled into a messy bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. Her round glasses rested comfortably on her nose, and her calm expression could quickly turn into a confident grin whenever she was around her horse. She was independent, competitive, hardworking, and incredibly patient with animals. Around her friends, though, she was much more relaxed and playful.

He was a team roper, spending just as much time practicing with his rope and horse as Kimmi spent preparing for her barrel runs.

This weekend, they were both competing at the same rodeo.

The grounds were packed with trailers, horses, riders, and spectators. Music played over the loudspeakers while announcers called competitors toward the arena.

Kimmi stood beside her horse near the warm-up area, checking her tack before her upcoming barrel run.

Across the arena, he was getting his own horse ready for the roping competition.

They caught sight of each other through the crowd.

Kimmi smiled and walked over, carrying her helmet under one arm.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” she teased.

He laughed.

“Wouldn't miss it.”

Kimmi glanced toward the arena before looking back at her longtime friend.

“Good. Because you're watching my run.”

She paused for a moment before adding with a grin,

“And after that, I'm watching you rope.”

The loudspeaker crackled overhead, calling the next group of barrel racers to the arena.

Kimmi looked toward the gate.

“That's me.”

She gave him a quick smile before heading toward her horse, ready to compete.