The next morning, Anna woke up to a rooster crowing near her window. It was the most unwelcomed noise she'd ever heard. "Oh my God," she groaned. "I thought that only happened in movies."

Abigail was just as upset about the morning sun seeping through the window, while, on the other hand, Carson was already awake and standing in their doorway. "Early birds get the worm," he called- rather loudly, in Anna's opinion. "Chop chop, busy day."

Anna sat up with a groan. "I thought rodeos started at night."

"Juniors start at noon," Abigail explained with a heavy sigh. "Which means I could absolutely sleep for another two hours."

"Less complaining and more moving, I need your help loading cattle," Carson urged her. "Morning, by the way, Anna."

Anna waved a response, not quite ready to be social yet. When Carson closed the door back, she crawled out of bed and down onto the floor. As she sifted through her clothes, she frowned. "I have no 'rodeo attire' besides blue jeans." She turned to look at her sister, who had only just gotten out of bed. "Do you have anything that I could borrow, maybe? I don't want to stick out like a sore thumb."

The question brought a smile to Abigail's face. "Absolutely." She walked over to her closet and grabbed out a couple of things and held them up to observe them. "What about this..." she held up a white strapless top. "With this," she added a blue jean jacket with it. "And these," to finalize the outfit was a pair of almost-her-style cowboy boots.

"That's perfect," Anna said with a smile. She took the outfit from her sister and brought it to the bathroom, so she could take a quick shower and freshen up. By the time she was finished showering and getting dressed, Abigail was finished helped Carson and had started getting herself ready.

As promised, the morning was rather fast-paced. Anna and Abigail worked to help Sarah set up her homemade pie booth. She had prepped them all the night before and woke up at four-thirty in the morning to start them all baking.

"Thank you girls," Sarah cooed, giving both of them a hug. "I appreciate the help, but both of you go on and have a good time."

The girls waved their goodbyes and started over to the stables where Carson could be seen talking to a younger group of boys who were all giddy for what the day had in store. One of the younger boys Anna actually recognized, Wyatt Iverson. He was dressed in a plaid button up that was tucked into his jeans, a pair of black cowboy boots and a cowboy hat that looked a few sizes too big.

He was the first to look their way and his eyes lit up at the sight of them. "I didn't know you'd be here!"

"Your mom said it was your first year, so I thought I'd come and cheer you on," she smiled down at him, sure to give him a confidence boost.

Wyatt latched onto her waist, shifting his hat off center. Another voice came from behind Anna's back, catching her off guard. "Wyatt, ya' can't be holding pretty girls hostage." Anna shifted her weight to see who was speaking. At first glance, it seemed like she'd caught him off guard. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met." He pulled the white hat off his head and looked between her, Carson and Abigail—he must've noticed the resemblance. "Scott Iverson," he outstretched his hand.

Anna met his hand with her own. "The infamous third son," she nodded, causing Scott to raise an eyebrow. "Anna Baker."

"We brought her to the Diner yesterday," Carson explained, fixing the hat that was still sitting sideways on Wyatt's head. "This is our sister I told you about." Scott nodded, understanding. He placed the hat back atop his head.

Wyatt spoke up next, demanding the attention back. "She's here to see me, Scott," he said through his missing two front teeth. "She said so herself."

"Is that so," he crossed his arms over his chest. "Well, you're one lucky guy." He tapped the front of Wyatt's hat, covering his eyes slightly. He looked over his shoulder at someone calling his name. "Maybe I'll be lucky and she'll stick around to watch me, too." A crooked grin took over his face, as he tilted his hat her way and turned on his heels towards a voice that called him.

Abigail nudged Anna, mouth gaped open. "Come on, you said all of six words to him—Scott Iverson—the local legend. You didn't even seem interested but he was so into it. How did you do that?" She was in awe.

Carson scrunched his face at the topic and pulled Wyatt back towards the other boys and brought them towards the arena to get ready. "It's all about confidence," Anna explained. She looked over Abigail's shoulder and spotted Levi. "Look, there's Levi. Why don't you go and ask him if he wants to go get a drink with us later?"

"We're going to get a drink?"

"Well if he says yes, hell yeah," Anna laughed, nudging her sister forward.

On her way over, Abigail glanced over her shoulders, not completely sure of herself. Anna gave her a thumbs up and continued to watch from afar. Levi stopped what he was doing and grinned down at Abigail, as soon as she approached.

Anna looked around at the people moving around to prepare for the day's events. Parents were hovering over their younger children, going over each and every step of their event, while some of the older guys and girls that were around helped settle them into their respective bays.

Everyone she had encountered so far was friendly- friendlier than the general population of New York, especially.

It wasn't long before Abigail joined her back wearing a wide grin. "So, I guess we're going for drinks tonight," she beamed, trying not to make a big fuss about it.

Anna's eyes widened and her own grin mirrored Abigail's. "That's great! I told you he was interested!"

Abigail wrapped Anna in a big hug. "Thank you," she breathed a sigh of relief and pulled back. "Maybe after a few drinks I'll actually be able to talk to the guy without feeling like an idiot." She looked at her watch and grinned again. "Speaking of drinks, I think the frozen drink stand is about to open. I could use a daiquiri...you know, as a reward."

"Look, I need no justification for drinks at eleven in the morning," Anna chuckled.

Abigail led her down towards the fair grounds where the vendors had already begun to set up and even some of the beat up old rides were coming to life. "People actually ride those things?" Anna raised an eyebrow at the unstable looking contraptions.

"Absolutely," Abigail laughed. "Something about potential impending doom really adds to the adrenaline rush." They walked up to the daiquiri stand that was just opening its windows and ordered.

It was getting to be about time for the juniors events to start, so Anna and Abigail wandered up into the stands, in search of a place to sit. Anna pointed towards the middle of the section they were standing in at Ms. Delta who was waving them over. "So glad you made it out," she told Anna, as they sat next to her. "Wyatt will be so excited to see you both.

"We saw him a little bit ago," Abigail leaned forward to talk around Anna. "You should've seen Scott's face when Wyatt told him off- for a six year old, he's pretty feisty."

Delta chuckled knowingly. "That he is," she agreed. "So, you met Scott, then? I hope he was respectful. I know how he can get come rodeo time- all high strung and mouthy."

"He was very nice," Anna assured her.

"I sure hope you're not talking about Wyatt." Scott's voice came from behind, as he sat down with Levi in the row just behind them. "That little brat just ran me off to the stands," he teased. "Something about being too big to have his brother with him."

Abigail turned, surprised to see them sitting there. "I'm sure that bruised your ego," she scoffed, earning a laugh from Levi that only made her smile widen.

"As a matter of fact, it did," Scott countered, gripping his chest in feign-agony.

Before he had a chance to speak again, an announcer came over the intercom in the arena. "Junior breakaway roping will begin in thirty minutes."

"I'm going to go grab something to eat, do you want anything?" Anna asked her Abigail, who shook her head but gave a quiet thank you and continued her conversation with Levi.

As she reached the vendors area again, she heard the thudding of boots hitting the dirt behind her, until they found a pace next next to her. "Anna, right?"

Anna looked up to meet Scott's green eyes glinting down at her. "Scott, right," she teased the same inquisitive tone.

He didn't fight off his grin at her quick-wit. "Will you be around tonight? Or just making an appearance at juniors to appease my little brother?"

"You heard the boy, I'm here to see him," she grinned. "I do have plans tonight, but I should be around for awhile."

Scott raised his eyebrows, but his sideways grin never faltered. "Plans, huh? What, uh, what kind of plans?"

"Drinks with my sister and your brother, so it appears," she answered casually, looking around at the different foods offered. It seemed like lemonades and deep fried anything was the specialty.

"Oh, nice," Scott nodded, matching her neutral tone. "I hate to break it to you, though. You might be a third wheel, which, let's face it, that's no good time. Why don't we all head over together after things finish up here?"

Anna finally decided on a basket of fries, while contemplating Scott's words. She shuffled through her wallet and pulled out a debit card. "Cash only," the man in the trailer said. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. She quickly turned her attention back into her wallet, already knowing that she had no cash.

"Here," Scott said, pulling a bill out of his wallet and setting it on the counter.

"Thank you," Anna sighed. Her previously reserved expression broke and a smile met her still mischievous eyes. "I guess I owe you a drink now, huh?"

"I'll settle for a fry and an invitation," he leaned against the counter, waiting for her response and his change from the vendor.

Anna rolled her eyes and released an exasperated sigh. "The fry I can guarantee," she said, handing him a greasy potato. "We'll have to see about that invitation." She turned on her heels back towards the stadium, leaving him to stare after her. "You coming?" She called over her shoulder.

He shook his head in disbelief, before adjusting the hat sitting on his head. It wasn't common for a girl to match his wit, and he wasn't sure how it made him feel. One thing was for sure: he had to get to know her.

Anna and Scott made it to the stands mere minutes before the announcer called for the beginning of the junior breakaway roping events.

There were a few ahead of Wyatt, but when his name was called, their section of the stands cheered loud. The calf broke from the box and the horse Wyatt was on was released from its box.

"Good release," Scott called. "Look for the throw!" Wyatt threw his rope twice, but was just shy of the calf. The third time, though, he nailed it. He pulled the rope tight and the timer stopped.

Delta let out a heavy breath and lowered her hands from her mouth to clap along with the rest of them. "You boys should go find him, he may be beating himself up," she told her other sons, who did as she asked. "Wyatt is a perfectionist," she explained to the girls. "Even though he's six and this was his first run, he won't see it that way."

As Delta predicted, when they all came back to the stands, Wyatt was wiping his eyes dry. His bottom lip was poked out, emphasizing his frown.

He took a seat in between his mother and Anna, leaning on Delta's shoulder. "You're okay, sweetheart," she said softly. "You did great for your first time."

"I thought you looked really cool," Anna chimed in, nudging him with her elbow.

Wyatt sat up a little straighter at her words. "R-really?"

"Absolutely," she hummed. "Coolest I've ever seen, that's for sure."

That was all it took to turn Wyatt's mood around. He was already planning his next practice and telling them all about how it felt to be in the box on his horse, Blueberry. Thank you. Delta mouthed to Anna, as Wyatt went on rambling. Anna responded with a smile and a quick nod of her head.

"Alright, alright," Scott grabbed his youngest brother's shoulders and shook him jocosely, making a garbled laugh fall from his lips. "Let's let the pretty girl breathe. Why don't we go get some ice cream and I'll take you to ride some rides before I gotta get ready?" Wyatt's eyes brightened at the idea. He hopped to his feet and sped down the emptying bleachers. "Wyatt, wait up!"

Anna watched as he rushed after his brother, grinning. Her attention was only stripped away when her sister nudged her with a grin, but she didn't speak on it. They already had an understood silence between them and that made Anna's own smile widen.