Weston looks to the cameras. Grins. “Maybe she is scared.” Fallon’s nostrils flare. “I’m never scared.” She isn’t. It’s what terrifies me. “Don’t,” I warn her. Weston’s baiting her. Fallon gets on her bulls blind. It’s the mental mindset of a cowboy. She twitches beside me. It’s like waving a red flag at a bull. She can’t back down. She won’t. It was a problem when I trained her, and it’s a problem now. “He’s trying to psych you out,” I tell her, yanking her back against me. “Fuck it,” Fallon says, looking both murderous and petulant. Eyes flashing, she swivels her head to Pappy. “I want to
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