SHE DIDN’T SEE A SINGER. SHE SAW HER HERO. It wasn’t a concert, just a freezing morning on the farm. Rory was out by the fence, hands rough and cold, humming a tune to keep the silence away. On the porch, little Indy watched him — her tiny hat slipping, her eyes full of wonder. When he lifted her up, she whispered, “Daddy, you’re my cowboy hero.” He laughed, thinking it was just a child’s sweet line. But years later, when she saw that same photo again, she said softly, “That was the day I learned what brave looks like.” No crowd. No spotlight. Just a father, a daughter, and a moment that said more than any song ever could.

Introduction He laughed, pretending not to take it seriously. Maybe he thought she liked the...