“I still can’t believe my girlfriend watches Professional Bull Riding,” Dean said laughing.
Tricia took his hand, interlocked their fingers. “I don’t just watch PBR, I live it.”
Dean pulled up the latch to the gate and let Tricia through.
“So you must like Rodeo too?”
“Horse riding? You’re joking, right?”
Dean paused, looking toward the other end of the pen where his horses grazed. “I mean, they’re the same thing.”
“So naïve.” Tricia sucked her teeth. “Bulls are unpredictable monsters! They jump eight feet in the air. They kick their hind legs one way and their front legs the other. They send you flying into the stands. They cream you with their horns. The riders are tough too. Most of them don’t even wear helmets because they ain’t scared to get knocked around. And the cowboy who lasts the full eight seconds is a god!”
“So, I guess you don’t want to see my bucking horse?”
“Unless his name is Bushwacker, and has two horns and a foot of drool hanging from his mouth.”
word count: 175
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