Big Horn Catchmequick

We scream into the arena’s open gate.  Sweat soaked pebbles kick up and sting my face.  A cool breeze blows against me from our sudden speed. “Up, Up, Up, Rocky!” I shout over the roar of galloping hooves and cheers from the fence.

“Easy up,” I sink back into the saddle ready for our fist turn.  Pressing my spur firmly into his left side, I coax Rocky to bend around the barrel.  Looking ahead to the second Can, I drive him hard into the turn.

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