Dear Diary,
Three days ago was Lanes funeral. It broke my heart to see so many people mourning over him. Kellie had tried to stay calm the whole time but, no one could do that at the time. I've never seen Tuff cry not even when cattle in the paddock had been shot in a hunt. Well that was his name wasn't it? Tuff. Same reason people have mental break downs that kind of thing. I've grown up with sadness and loss, but that was extreme. Anyone who followed rodeo would have spent that day in silence
"Tuff! Tuff! You can't keep on doing this! It bloody well won't help I can tell you that!" I stood there at the side of the car as Tuff turned on the ignition to go back over to Morney Ranch for the 6th time that week. Him not being there in the morning and not getting home until late that night. But he wouldn't listen to me. After all I was only his girlfriend. "Fine! I'll bring in that bull by myself and not only kill me but my horse too!" I yelled at him in anger. The ignition stopped and Tuff stepped out of the car. "That was out of line Jamie and you know it!" I backed off. I knew that I'd said something wrong.
I turned and did what most normal people would do. I went back and started saddling my horse. I could hear Tuff coming after me. "Jamie!" I kept walking and grabbed my saddle. Saal, my horse came over to the door, excited to be able to get out of the cramped stable. I patted him and put on his bridle and saddled him up with an angry Tuff standing behind me the whole time. Tuff wouldn't say anything to me if I was doing this because ever since I could remember Tuff knew that to disturb me while I was doing this would find him on his arse and without food for a week. I swung into the saddle and rode out into the paddock to check on the heifers in the top paddock.
I rode back slowly to cool Saal down so that he wouldn't get too tired when my vision went blurry and the last thing I remember is hitting my head.