Coleman bounces a faded basketball, but his mind drifts far from the city’s concrete rhythm. "I wish I could ride a horse, lasso the wind, and chase the sunset across open fields," he sighs, watching pigeons swirl in the orange glow.

He scrolls through videos of rodeos and ranches, his heart pounding with every gallop and twirl he sees. "One day, I’ll trade these sneakers for boots," he whispers, determination shining in his eyes as he practices his rope tricks with an old jump rope.

Coleman tears the flyer down, hope surging in his chest. "Mom, can I go to cowboy camp? I know it’s far, but I’ll do chores all summer to pay for it!"

The instructor, a tall woman with a weathered hat, approaches. Coleman clenches his fists, determined not to back down. "I may be from the city, but I’m not afraid of hard work," he says, voice wavering but strong.

One afternoon, as the sun dips low, he lassoes a wooden calf on the first try. The other kids cheer, and the instructor tips her hat. "You’ve got the heart of a cowboy, Coleman," she says warmly.

Coleman pauses on the old basketball court, breathing in the city air and gazing at the horizon. "No matter where you come from, dreams can take you anywhere," he whispers, knowing that the cowboy spirit rides with him, wherever he goes.