The rangy, reddish-brown steer stared into Nettie Brady’s
eyes for just a second. Then it shook its massive head and
blew hot, moist air into her face.
Nettie leaped back and glanced around the makeshift
arena to see if anybody was laughing at her. A dozen parked
Model Ts formed a black ring in the pasture where cows had
grazed only hours before. Ranch-hands perched on their
vehicles in the late-morning sunshine as they waited for the
next stage of the neighborhood rodeo to begin. One cowboy,
r…
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Posted on April 21, 2009 at 2:06pm —