Steer Wrestler!Ghost who comes to you, the rodeo's medic on standby, because his ribs are bruised pretty bad after the last run.
You insist that he's done for the night. But he's one round from winning so of course he doesn't listen to you.
He goes back out there, does his round. It's quick as hell. Just 3.4 seconds.
But as he's walking away from the steer to get his horse back, his body finally acknowledges his inability to breathe. It leaves him clutching his side and gasping for breath, unable to mount up.
You're the one who rides with him in the ambulance. Getting your "I told you so" in.
And he just looks at you like "with a time like that, sweetheart, I think I've earned a prize."
You roll your eyes and poke him in the side.
He did win the grand prize: a kiss and ride from you.
What's that they say? Save a horse? Ride a cowboy?