The party was held in a giant field. Lanterns had been strung up between cars, trucks, even a few 18 wheelers, and stereos all had the same radio station playing.

Between every few cars was a large bucket filled with beer and ice. I stood in the head lights of an 18 wheeler while my cowboy fished us out some bud light. He used his belt buckle to pop off the bottle caps, and I tried not to look disgusted while I drank the unfamiliar liquid.

A few tall, well muscled men walked up to the cow boy, and he gave them a look.

“Will you excuse me for one moment, darling?” he asked, as he walked away, leading the men away.

I stood alone for a few minutes before a boy who couldn’t have been any older than me walked up. He smiled at me and began to say hello, when the cow boy came in and grabbed my hand.

“We best be getting out of here.” He said, as he dragged me to the car.