I’m soaked through with sweat when I walk through the kitchen door at the New House later that morning. Usually, I’d change my shirt or grab a quick shower. But I’m running late, thanks to Duke falling flat on his back after attempting a dumbass trick earlier. He basically tried to ride his horse right into the trailer, the plan being he’d grab the top of the trailer just as the horse was entering it. He’d lift himself off the horse and do some fancy thing where he’d drop to his feet on the ground. “It’ll make a great reel,” he said. I looked at him. “What the fuck is a reel?”
HAHAHA
