Woman VS Beef

Quick and stupid is the name of the game Miss T. shall be on the list for the Womens Bull Riding at italysky's DWR Spring Rodeo If she can handle Alsike I'm sure one bull will be no problem. She just needs to find the start button for this one I'm considering doing two more serious entries for the men's division since the event is suppose to be for those elusive male beasts rumored to fall into the cracks of HARPG only to be forgotten.

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Her hand was up, her heels were in front of the shoulders. She was ready for that gate to swing wide and turn them every way but loose.

When it did open up as the gate crew pulled on the rope and edged an extra step back there was a pause and then Miss T. wilted. Just a bit though. Her hand dropped to swing limp. The damn thing wasn't doing a damn thing.

Spurring it was quick to fail, it only seemed to encourage the strange bawling noises the bull was making as it stood in the chute, legs planted wide. A not so secret whisper conference was taking place behind her in the riders' waiting area as her head trainer and his son wondered what she had done to the poor thing to make a big bad rodeo bull cry. Using her grip on the girth rope the Ranch owner leaned out over the side to get a better look at the sorry side of beef she had drawn.

"Oh for.. When I said 'Tonight we dine in Hell, tomorrow I'm thinking Arby's.' I didn't mean it literally!"

Results: 1st Woman's division Just one more thing for Miss T. to lord over her head trainer and his son. Of the tree would-be bull riders she is the only one to reach the end of that elusive eight seconds. Add to that the prizes she walked away with as top ranked in the womens division and it's not hard to see that two members of her staff are going to find her hard to live with for some time to come.


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