One summer we were gathering cattle and driving them to the pens to work ‘em. I was about 16 or so. The crew had gathered the pasture and were driving them down the fence line to the working pens. I was riding flank on Short Change when a calf broke out of the herd and was hell bent for escape. So to be a hero I laid in after him. Just as we reached top speed Short Change bowed up and sent me...
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