CHAPTER 12
"You aren't getting any younger you know, pal. Do you really think it's a good idea to try this? Remember what happened last time?"
"Now CJ, that was a couple of years ago. I've learned a lot about bronc riding since then. Got a better technique and all" said Houston. "Let him go, Bo!"
With that the chute was opened and out came Houston on top of Bruiser, a broc that he had just brought back from Texas. The bronc made three quick hops out of the gate, then began jumping in tight circles, before practically walking on his front feet with his back legs kicking in the air the entire time. One more leap, and Houston went sailing off the bronc and into the sand in the ring.
As he got up rubbing his backside, he looked at CJ and sheepishly grinned. "Guess I know now why they call him Bruiser!"
