Cash Young heard the bell, lifted his spurs from the horse’s sides, and took a quick moment to free his hand from the restraint on the saddle. He jumped from the bucking bronco’s back, hit the dirt hard, and stumble-ran away from it.
The flanking cowboys rode in on the sides of the horse, keeping it away from Cash, who clapped his gloved hands together a…
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