Every sunday afternoon he climbs aboard the beast.  A ragin bull that weights 1200 pounds at least every ounce  is full of mean and every pound is filled with hate.
the bull was bread for just one trait  to make the rider meet his fate The rider's only thought is  this "I have to stay aboard for eight

In the chute bull and rider wait for the hell that's going to start when they open up the gate
The...