One Hundred and Nine

Rodeo - The gate exploded. He blasted from the wooden confines. His left arm whipped and whirled above his wrenching head. The dirty knot slivered through his right hand and choked the blood from his veins. A brief air-borne moment ripped the noise from each spectator’s throat. He punched the dirt with his back and the dirt retaliated by stealing his breath. He yelped and the crowd regained control. Without mercy, the bull charged.