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Star Bucking

I could see untamed in her fiery eyes but I'm way to old for a wild ride but once upon a time I wrangled on in tried to treat her like a lady and nearly died taming a bucking star is emotional suicide. If I could do it all over again i'd toss the saddle, rope and bit spur her hard on the flanks make my way down to her lips buck her until I spilled my brains jump off and never look back again.

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Date: 3/14/2019 5:49:00 PM
Way too old for wild? What? I love this because it made me laugh. The older I get, the more wild is accepted from me. This is masterful. Loved this part: "to tame a bucking star is emotional suicide. If I could do it all over again i'd throw away the rope and saddle ride it bareback, spur it hard on its flashing flanks"
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