Day LXXXIV

A real cowboy at  last

     He went over, and opened the gate, then as his brother let the pony out, Angel said:

     “Off ya go, me amigo,” and slapped the horse on his ass.

    I had the reins in my left hand as I held onto the saddle’s horn, my left foot was barely in the stirrup, when that effing horsey started to buck, and jump up and down. Up into the air I went.

     “Yeowwwwwwwwww!”

     “Hang in da bro! Y’all dooning okay, man.”

     “Yea man, show im who’s boss!”

     “Whoo whooo whooo!” those modafoes were laughing at me, having a good time on this greenhorn, whopping it up at my expense.

     Thank God I landed squarely in the saddle. But, the horse went straight for the barb wire fence, I could see the barbed wire’s points shining in the sunlight, and they seemed to be pointing at me. I thought that freaking horse was smart enough to try to scare me off his back. When that didn’t work, he bucked into the middle of the coral, but all I could see was a long ass fall to the hard dirt ground. I didn’t like either option. So in desperation, when he bucked again, I leaned forward, put both my arms around his freaking neck, and hung on for dear life. Finally Angel, and his brother rode over on either side of me, stopped the horse, and helped me get off.

     “Ho ho ho what a ride, uh bro…you’re a pro, man.”

     “That ain’t funny Angie!” his brother said: “I think he may have broken him, and that means we can’t use him for the rodeo.”

     “Ahhhh hell, he’ll be alright, man!”

     “I hope so, man, I hope so…we need the dough, man!”