After the high of winning the Gentleman Derby and his unforgettable night with Isabella, Clyde decided to unwind at a popular country bar on the outskirts of Brisbane—The Rusty Spur. The place was lively with live music, dim lighting, and the familiar scent of beer and cedar. He sat at the end of the…
The Brisbane Rodeo had one final, signature event that drew a more refined crowd than the bull riding: the Gentleman Derby. It was part horsemanship competition, part old-world chivalry contest. Contestants had to demonstrate expert riding, rope handling, and—most importantly—true gentlemanly conduct toward a panel of judges and the elegant “Living Trophy” herself. Clyde…
The roar of the crowd at the Brisbane Rodeo was something else. Dust kicked up under pounding hooves, bulls snorted and bucked, and the air smelled of leather, beer, and grilled meat. Clyde had come mostly to support some of the local ranch hands riding that night, but with his new reality, he also…
Clyde had always been a man of the land—strong, quiet, and built like the draft horses he cared for on the sprawling ranch outside Brisbane. At 6’4″ and 260 pounds of pure, sun-hardened muscle, he turned heads without trying. Broad shoulders, thick arms that strained against his sleeves, and a chest that looked carved…