My story begins in Colorado, where my dad Buck was already known for his rodeo days and his gift with horses. By the time I was born, he had retired from rodeo, but his name carried weight in Westcliffe, where he grew up ranching and riding. There’s a photo of me as a toddler on the back of one of his freshly trained horses. Buck believed every horse he broke should be safe enough for his own baby to ride. That’s how my life began: in the saddle, held by the hands of a man w