Chapter 17

Marlin is a rowdy bull. Owned by the Boslin brothers. Two thousand pounds of hard-packed beef. One mean-tempered sonofabitch. Only the best can ride him, of course, and everyone knows, including me, that that’s Puller.

Puller is in the pin with Marlin, ready for the ride of his life. A timer blares a horn and the white gate opens. Marlin takes off into the center of the ring, pissed out of his crazy mind. His back legs bolt upwards and fall numerous times to the dusty earth, bucking. Puller holds onto his bull rope with all his might, riding like the pro he is. The barrel man is right in front of me, distracting the bull, waving his arms like a lunatic. Marlin rushes the barrel and clown. Puller continues to ride the bull, bucking into six seconds.