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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… Continue