The chute flew open, and Tuff Hedeman gripped the bull rope tight, his heart heavy with Lane Frost’s memory. Eight seconds passed, the buzzer sounded, but Tuff held on. Another second. Then another. Ten more seconds, not for glory, but for Lane. When he finally hit the dirt, pain tore through him, but it couldn’t touch the ache in his heart. Tuff tipped his hat to the sky, searching the wind for Lane’s laugh. The roar of the crowd faded; this ride had been for a friend, for a bond death could ne