For the Moses, three generations of rodeo bull-riders, women didn’t take kindly to the months on the road following the shows. So young Bill grew up in the care of others, and grew distant from his father, Robert, despite the best intentions of his grandpa, Tex. The championship belt would pass from father to son, but not a word would be said. As the rodeo seasons came and went, they both knew that the road would soon end for one of them. And then, there would only be the one chance to say what was on their minds, before one of them would ride out, never to see home again.