big country jake
Moon
- Joined
- Mar 25, 2013
- Location
- USA
Ryan sighed and dusted his legs off as the dust and dirt around him settled. It was another hot august evening with the sun starting to set low in the sky as he picked up his old dirt covered black hat and started to make his way back to his old trailer hooked up to his ford. He just couldn't get the hang of the new horse. It managed to buck him every time now no matter what he tried. "This stupid horse makes me want to go back to the bulls at least they where easier to understand. These broncos just go fast and hard". He thought out loud as he walked the dirt path from the training area to where the trailers where kept on the fairgrounds." maybe i should just go back to bulls after all grandpa did always say i had a talent with them."
He took his hat off and looked it over remembering his grandpa fondly with the hat that used to be his before he passed away. The hat he would never forget or lose.
He took his hat off and looked it over remembering his grandpa fondly with the hat that used to be his before he passed away. The hat he would never forget or lose.