A little boy called Dean wants to be like his dad. His dad is a professional bull rider.
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They live in the country with lots of mountains and hardly any trees. There are lots of hay bales in the paddock and when its windy some of the hay gets out of the hay bales and flies past the house.
They have lots of puppies and they have four horses, two foals, and there are lots of cows and bulls, and some baby calves. Sometimes two bulls will fight. When he was little his dad would hold him on a baby calf and the calf would run around and sometimes smash on gates. And then his dad would put him back on the calf again.
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His dad rode Big Red, which was the most dangerous bull ever, but one day his dad got too old to ride anymore, but he taught his son Dean how to ride. When Dean got older he was practicing to bull ride, his dad was teaching him all the tricks, and when it was his 50th bull ride, he was going to ride Big Red Junior which was the son of Big Red. Dean got bucked off and got crushed on a gate and kicked in the belly.
The bull was running around in circles all around the arena. It did nothing but whip the Marlboro smoke into a cancerous dust devil. I took a seat at the bar. The beer was cold and the rye was fine. There was a man at the far end of the bar that looked like he was getting into some serious drinking.http://leondumoulin.nl/language
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He wore a suit and had brown eyes that struggled to escape from the shadow of his dark eyebrows. He was a salesman, representing the Acme Boots company. He was in town for the rodeo. He had travelled from Clarksville, Tennessee to Chickamuga, Georgia to sell his boots.
Fortuitous, I thought to myself. Of all the bars. Unsteadily and cautiously he parted the curtains, afraid of the light as much as what he would see or not see out in the lot. The wagon was still there — he was pleased.
But he could no longer see the boxes that had filled the backseats and trunk. He walked out shirtless to the wagon and solemnly confirmed that all of his stock was gone. The three boxes of boots and a suitcase decidedly absent. All he had left was his briefcase.
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But this was far from his mind. His family and his job was a lifetime away.
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All I got is a pair of boots — demonstration models. One a size nine, the other around a It was clear that he thought I was an idiot but then looked down at the pair of dusty canvas shoes on my feet. I got outside just in time to see a parade turn the corner at the end of the street, heading towards the rodeo. I tried to follow them, but found I was walking in circles. Skip to content. It was my first rodeo.
All the shops on the high street were shut up.