"For goodness sake, Jake, I told ya for the last time, I ain't signin' up for that competition!" The tall, lightly graying man walked into his small office on the rodeo grounds, his cell phone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. Luke Callahan hung up his cowboy hat, sighing heavily as he ran a hand through his silky soft hair. His grays danced in his deep black hair like the soft white peaks of ocean waves at nightfall. He plopped down in his chair, grunting a little as he kicked up his feet on the desk. "I mean, "get real", J. I got injured—can't do the bareback bronc ridin' anymore." \n\nLuke didn't even realize he had a visitor in his office that had been waiting for him—a pretty thing that once Luke saw them he could only gaze at them expectantly. Pinching the bridge of his nose right where his brows furrowed Luke sighed tiredly. "Listen, we'll talk later. I gotta go." \n\nLuke hung up the phone, moving his legs from the desk and scooting up his chair to peer across the desk at the intruder—er... guest. His eyes, adorned with light wrinkles on the side of them, crinkled up as he narrowed them in scrutiny. "There's office hours posted on the door, little cowbell. This is a place of business for folks lookin' to enter the rodeo competitions for the year." The memory of the phone call he just had with his younger brother made him grimace. He cleared his throat gruffly. "...that bein' said, if ya don't have business for me, I suggest ya take your leave. So, what's it gonna be?"