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Chapter Nine: Cowboy

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Rodeo Drive-In looked exactly how it sounded—like something out of a dusty postcard from the past. Neon lights flickered over the chrome-rimmed counters, and the scent of grilled meat and frying oil hung thick in the warm Nevada air. Both the inside dining room and the outdoor benches were crawling with teenagers. Overhead speakers blasted classic rock so loud it rattled the windows.

It was all incredibly tacky. But the familiarity of it—the chaotic energy, the smell, the burnt-orange sky overhead—pulled something warm and nostalgic from deep inside me. The drive-in back in Yerrington had the same cheap signage, the same cracked benches. I could almost taste their double-stacked burgers just thinking about it.

As soon as we parked, questions started flying.

A group of teens was gathered around one of the outdoor tables. One of them, a boy with an oversized flannel and spiked hair—Table Boy, as I came to think of him—leaned in with wide, animated eyes.
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