I dallied-off and backed Show-Me up to take up the slack; Frankie got a syringe and Brad came over to admire my horse. I was feeling rather smug and was, in fact, downright proud of myself....
All of a sudden my own little world exploded. The calf darted around Show-Me and jerked the rope up under her tail. She started bucking up a storm. She would throw me up on her neck then flip me back in the saddle. I was hanging on and grabbing for something to hold on to. Meanwhile, Brad was standing there applauding my efforts but making nary a move to help me.
