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The chute flew open and John’s heels slammed down above the point of Hellion’s shoulders before the gelding’s front legs hit the ground. John pulled hard on the reins with his right hand as he swept his feet back and forth, trying to maintain his balance above the raging animal.
Hellion twisted and bucked like a crazed demon as John fought to keep his left hand clear of the animal. His legs quivered with exhaustion. A vicious cramp had his right hand in a vise grip. This would not end well.
Jesus Christ, is it eight seconds yet? Come on, Jupiter!
“Time!” Jupiter hollered.
John let go as Hellion launched him out of the saddle. The landing wouldn’t have won any medals at a gymnastics competition, but at least he stayed on his feet.
The silence was gone, replaced by a wave of raucous cheering that refused to subside.
He walked over to Danny Jacobs. The young cowboy’s mouth was hanging open. John pointed to the gelding.
“You saw what I did. That horse is a fucking pussy, Danny. Make him believe it. Climb back on and kick his ass…”
