your very determined to take a wild stallion you caught…

the stallion bucked and reared as you stayed on it, using rope to hold you close to the stallions back. You hold your hat down with one hand as a wide smirk plays on your face. “c’mon now…” you utter quietly.

in the corner of your eyes, you see a man standing by the fence of the arena, his face mainly covered by his hat, but he holds a cigar in his mouth. Flicking his hat up a bit, he looks amused. “tough breaking a horse, ay?”