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"Good talk," he laughed out. "Real good one, Ty. Just one problem. Don't believe ya at all."
As he walked his ass over to find his chute, I slammed my fist against the post behind me. Fucking asshole! Of course he couldn't just accept that she was doing this. Nope, even the thought of a woman being able to cut it on the Tough Enough series seemed to be enough to make his dick hurt.
And Cody would be the one who ended up paying for it.
Chapter18
After every groupof four riders, there was a pause to move in new bulls - and for the televised event to sneak in a few commercials. Cletus, the PBR's clown, did his best to make a few bad jokes, dance around the dirt out there, and keep everyone entertained. Then the next set of four went.
Over and over, riders were sticking for all eight seconds. I watched as the scores began filling up the scoreboard. Most were in the mid-eighties, which meant that was where I wanted to be. The Brazilians warned me about the corners and how the bulls would race the edges at times. Made sense, and if I needed to get out of their way, the safest direction was to run to the chutes.
Then, the next thing I knew, another set of bulls was getting loaded, and it was my turn to get ready. As the seventeenth rider to go, sitting at number eighteen in the world rankings, I would have a nice chute, right in the center of the arena. I also wouldn't get much time to get ready.
Still, I headed over to find the attendants doing their best to settle my bull down. "Cody Jennings!" one of the guys bellowed right into my face.
"That's me," I said, holding out my rope.
The man looked me over, scoffed, and then called out again, "Cody Jennings!"
"Dumb fuck," J.D. said, appearing as if by magic, "when the lady says it's her, just take her fucking rope."
"I'm looking for Cody," the guy insisted, "not whoever this is."
"Cody Jennings," I told him as I traded out my hat for my neon pink helmet. "Not my first rodeo, cowboy."
"Just put on the fucking rope," J.D. ordered as he crawled across the chute. "Or didn't ya hear I finally got me a rookie to train up?"
"Your funeral," the attendant finally grumbled, but at least he started working my rope under the bull.
Standing there placidly, Yeeter was everything J.D. had promised: big and red. I stepped over the chute, careful to balance myself just over the bull's back, and waited for J.D. to get his hands on the tail of the rope. Out in the arena, Cletus was telling some joke and I could hear people laughing, but right now, my mind was on nothing but riding this bull - exactly like J.D. had told me.
"Hold it," I told him.
He did, and I reached over to drag my glove over the rope, warming up all that rosin I'd put on it. Again, then again. Beneath me, Yeeter barely even budged, except when he slung his head back to get rid of a fly. I then moved my attention over to my handle and started working on that. So long as Cletus was doing his thing, I wouldn't be allowed to go out, so no need to rush.
"This bull is all you want, Cody," J.D. told me. "Get right up on your hand, take a few chances to spur if you get 'em, and just show these boys how to ride like a girl."
I glanced up at him with a smile. "Gonna watch me?"
"Fuck yeah," he huffed. "Gonna be right here yellin' at ya the whole time."
"Then watch these feet," I told him just as the chute attendant leaned in.
"And we're a go," he told me.
I eased down on the bull's back, had J.D. pull my rope as tight as he could, and then started wrapping the tail around my hand. I liked to keep my wrap nice and simple, so it would hopefully make it easy to get me out. Everything was good and sticky. This bull was standing as still as a statue - which wasn't normal - and I was mentally in the zone.
Then, from the arena, "C'mon, Cody!"
That was Tanner. I heard him, but I didn't bother looking over. No, right here, right now, this was my time. As I patted down the fingers on my left hand, making sure everything was right where I wanted, J.D. climbed back over to the safe side of the chutes. One scoot closer, putting my hand right into my crotch, and then I nodded.
The gate clanked and my bull woke right the fuck up. Before the gate was even swinging, Yeeter was moving. Up. This bad boy was ginormous, and feeling him propel himself out of the chutes was the kind of adrenaline rush I could never get enough of. My entire body heaved. My core clenched, holding me in place. My legs were locked right into his armpits, and I rode.
One pace out of the chute, Yeeter began to spin to the left. His bucks were amazing, wanting to whip me forward with the power of them, so I just lifted up a little bit. Letting my thighs hold the impact, I used my free hand to recenter each time his ass came down, and my legs were working.
When Yeeter's ass came up, I pushed my legs straight, thrusting my weight right down through my heels. When his front jumped up and over, I lifted, leaning forward just a bit to keep my balance, and ran my spurs over his thick hide. Points. Those were all points, and I had this shit down.
Then Yeeter decided to throw me for a curve. Bouncing up with all four legs, he twisted in the middle and changed direction, heading out of my hand. This should've been my weak side, but I was too used to right-handed bulls. Riding as a leftie had made me figure things out quick, so I had this. I had all of this.
