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Amy looked to Marco them the girl who looked shocked " oh and I'm pretty sure he was in my bed last night not yours so good luck " she said with a snarky look on her face the girl looked pissed then her name was called and Amy rolled her eye and looked to Marco with a smile like she didn't do anything |
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Marco switched topics, changing subjects. "That was a nice run, besides the thir barrel, you sat too early and turned her a hair too sharp, making you hit it. Kinda shocked it stayed and another thing is on that first barrel you need to sit more and slow her down so you can get a more narrow turn and have her dig into the dirt, get a quicker time." He explained, patting the mare. |
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She was shocked he knew so much about barrel racing " yeah I know my head was not in the right space I was thinking about something else" |
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"Mm, gotcha. Also, if you want her to dig more into the dirt and get some more deep turns then work on sitting and trotting a loping a lot of circles with her, like, half of the workout is just circles and nothing else." He explained, heading off to ride bulls for round two. |
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She nodded and kissed his cheek before he walked off and she tied Amber to the fence " good luck" |
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"Thanks, i'll need it!" He joked, however, he'd soon prove to be true, he would need the luck. This bull marco was riding had sharp-not dull- horns, as he mounted, he immediately felt off but ignored it, making sure everything was good to go before giving the signal and having the ride of his life. Until he was thrown up eight feet in the air and impaled by one of the bull's horns. |
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Amy's eyes widen as he came down on the horns and she wanted to jump in the arena right then and there she started to climb the fence |
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"SHIT" He yelped, driving the horns the best he could downwards before clutching his side and jogging over to the fence where he was pulled up by some of the bystanders, having been impaled through his vest. "Oh come on.....this thing was custom!" Marco groaned, following the medics. |
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She got on Amber and ran over to him then jumped off |
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Marco was staggering now, finally finding a seat as they shhoved the hole with guaze. |
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