Savage Sunday entered the arena like a missile. His hide was sleek with sweat and his horns gleamed as he twisted and turned. It hadn't looked as if he was taking it easy on Davey in the practice pen, but he was a different animal tonight. As if he'd been waiting for a rider who could handle him, he bucked and spun like a hurricane. Denver effortlessly rode the storm. He was breathtaking. Like a surfer on a wave, he flowed with every movement. The power of the enormous animal washed over and through him, but it never shook him. Loose and easy, he maintained perfect balance. In the dance of man
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