Walk. Ride. Rodeo.

Time in the alley feels like a lifetime.

It's where my ritual begins.

Think through my run, what it needs to look like,

how it needs to feel.

- Get Power and I in sync. -

Connect.

Some riders cut out all the noise in the arena,

hearing only their own breath and the breath of their horse.

Me?

I hear everything.

And now, coming for the national Little Britches finals,

this young lady is already standing near the top

in the first round in all the categories.

On her way to legend status,

Amberley Snyder.

We got this, bubba.

You gotta blast out of the alley,

pick up as much speed as possible before you cross the eye.

Hustle! Hustle!

Standard barrel pattern. Sixty feet to the first barrel.

That's the money barrel.

You gotta be quick, smooth.

Ninety feet to the second barrel. Crowd cheers me on.

A hundred and five to the third.

Come on! Faster!

Dig in for that last sprint, the run home.

You, your horse giving everything.

Your legs encouraging his legs.

Go, baby! Woo!

Faster! Harder! This is it!

Cross that eye.

That time decides who take it, a saddle, a buckle, or a long drive home.

Nothing but failure on your mind.

And that run will cinch it. No one can catch her now.

We now have a new Little Britches All-Around Champion,

Amberley Snyder.

Yes, baby! Woo!

That's my girl!

That's a time of 17.5 seconds,

just one-tenth off her personal best.

Good job, baby!

One-tenth! I should have pushed him harder.

Am, you won! You pulled a check.

Should have been faster on that second barrel.

Am!

Mom, I'm not fast enough if I'm gonna go pro.

I know, but can we just enjoy this for a minute, for one minute?

Now, go pick up your saddle and congratulate Autumn.

Your sister won the all-around too.

Am, I won!

- - Yeah! Get over here, you little winner!

Can I put Power up?

- You earned it. - Yes!

Yeah, Am, nice! Yeah!

Get there!

Nice! Come on!

Nice!

Let's go, Am! Keep going!

There we go! Yeah!

Come on! Bring it home! Keep going!

There you go! Yeah! Yeah!

You got it.

Nice, Am!

There we go!

17.4! These are great times, Am. He is so fast.

Yeah, we can shave some off of that.

Gotta make him pay attention. Tell him where to go.

Not my first time.

Gotta get him snappier on the backside.

- Use those legs. - Got it, Mom.

Good boy!

You sure you can leave him?

Mom!

You two are working so well together.

Thank you.

Just let it go.

Mamacita, it's two weeks working retail at the National Western Stock Show.

I need that money for my pro permit.

Hey, you really tightened the pocket on that last barrel.

You can stay on that when you get back.

All right.

Remember, I'm counting on you.

We have our leadership conference coming up.

This is important. Future Farmers of America is...

Amberley, the world can revolve without you.

For two weeks anyways.

- Emmy, this is our ticket to scholarships. - Scholarships.

I know. Utah South.

Speaking of, are you still going?

I mean, do I need to look for a new roommate?

I can rodeo and go to school.

You're hardly home as it is.

You missed all your sister's rodeos, every one of your brother's ballgames.

- True. - Yeah,

why am I watching you, and you don't repay the favor?

I pitched a three-hitter last week.

What? No, you didn't.

You wouldn't know that, now would you?

Well, did you?

Busted!

Am, please take my truck. This old F-150 can get super squirrely.

What? I love my truck!

I've been driving it all over Utah.

Well, that doesn't make me like it.

How about if I drive you to Denver, and then I'll take a plane back?

I'm driving. That's it.

Mama...

'cita...

you've had me at this my whole life.

I could ride a horse before I could walk.

If we play this right, we have a real shot at Rookie of the Year.

I could even make a run at The American.

You know that.

What I know is I can't stop you.

Mm-hmm. -

It's Daddy.

Hi!

- How's Hawaii? - Fine.

Yeah, how's the team doing?

Getting there.

Can't go out there and hit the ball for them.

Yeah, managing is different than playing, huh?

Ah, got that right.

Riding Power one more time before you go?

You know it.

- Miss me? Hey.

You know I've got you in my heart.

And I'll be home next month.

I know.

Love you.

Back at ya.

Now, what's our rule?

Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.

That's my girl.

Hey, why don't you let me brush Power, and I'll put him away,

and then you can hit the road?

No, we got riding to do.

Okay.

Well...

text me when you stop for gas.

Text me when you stop for food.

I want you to call me when you get to the hotel obviously.

- Call me in the morning when you wake up. - 'Cita, chill.

I know. It's just my baby girl has grown up, and...

Mama Bear can't handle it.

Love you.

Come on, Power. You and me.

GPS signal lost.

No!

Help!

Help!

He--

Oh, my god!

Call 911.

We're on I-80 east of Rawlins.