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might have pickedhim upatthe auc- tionthedirectorwastalkingabout."

An

old stockhand in a slouch felt hat rested hishandsontheback ofthe chuteand leanedover,lookinginatthe bull.Bucknoticedthattwofingerswere missingfromtheman'srighthand.

"Thisyourbull?"heasked.

Bucknodded.

"He'sa goodbull," the

man

volun- teered. "Thebestone we'vegotright now.

He

buckshard. Toohard,most ofthetime, foranyonetostay on. Not

many

have."

Buck wantedtosayheknewabout the bull,buthe decided againstitand remainedsilentwhile the

man

talked.

Thestockhand stoppedtalking to in- spect theshrunken knucklesof thetwo missing fingerswith themoistenedtip ofthe forefinger of hislefthand. "He bucks outof thechutesaways, then he spins.

And

hespins fasttoo. Ain't seenanythinglikeit."

Bucklisteneduntil hewasfinished, thenheasked,"Whatdo theycallhim?"

"OrEighty-eight. That'swhat they calledhimbeforeweboughthimatthe auctionsale,sowe'vejustkeptcallin'

himthesame."

"Yes,"Buckthought. "It'sthebull allright."

He

looked atthosedeadly hornstumpsagain.

Now

inhismind theywerecoming athim. Theblunt hornsthat dodgedpasttheclown and cameon. Thehorns thatwent down almostpushingthebull'ssnortingnos- trils into the ground. They searched for hisbodyand foundthemark.

He

feltthemsmashinginto his side.Agony wasred. Thentheblacknessand that partof thenightmarewasover. Buck gotholdof himself. "I'vegottosnap out ofit,"hesaidtohimself. "That's allthereistoit. I'vegottosnap out ofit."

Mert and the stockhand were still talking. "How's the best way to rig him?"Mertasked.

"Putthe rigging^allthewayforward.

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hump

anddon't pull it tight until it's time to go with him."

He

turned

now

toBuck. "Keepthose spurs locked in his sides. That's the onlywayto ridethis bull. Putthem justahead ofthe riggin",andwhenthe gateopensjab'eminand holdtight."

"Yes.Iknow."Bucksaid regretfully.

The

man

moved slowly along the rampbehindthe chutes, lookinginat the bulls.

He

stopped farther down andstarted talking toa cowboy

who

wasinthechuteadjustinghis rigging.

Theygot theriggingoutof the duffle bag,tiedagalvanizedbelltotheloop- end oftherope,andstartedtogetthe bull ready. Mert was working from thetop ofthechute whileBuckstayed

on the groundtohook theropewith alongpieceof wire. Theriggingwas carefullydroppeddownthe bull's right side, hooked with the wire and the loose end threaded through the loop;

the riggingwasmadetemporarily secure with a knoton thetop of the bull's back. Thebull hadremained almost stillwhile they worked. Buckremem- bered that

or

Eighty-eight had been veryquietinthechute.

Buck pulled on a skin-tight leather gloveand buckled on apair ofshort shanked broncspurs.

He

dustedresin generously intothepalmof the glove, rubbingitin the grainuntilitsqueaked.

Two

ofthe bullshad been ridden while hewas gettingready andthe dust in

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"He's not much of afighter, but he sure can take a beating!"

the airwasheavier

now

thanithad been and smelledof sawdust and manure.

Buck moved closer to the chute and lookedinatOl'Eighty-eight.

"How

ishe?"Mertasked.

"Looks good."Bucksaid. "Ithink I'd better ride him before he gets sulky."

"I'llhelpyou,"Mertsaid.

Buckclimbedthesideof thechute andhesitatedatthetop. ""Itwouldn't besobad with any otherbull,"hetold himself.

He

quickly pushedthethought outof hismindandstarteddowninto thechute with thebull. Bracing his feetonthesturdyplanks.Buckstood over the bull, his crotch only a few inchesabovetheanimal'sback. With slow,easymovements,he adjustedthe rigging.

He

pulled theknotlooseand andworked hisgloved handover the coarsebraidsoftherigging. Thefree end oftherope waswrapped around hishandfor a bettergripandthe excess pushed underhisknuckles. Duringthis timethe bullhadn'tmoved,except to shake his head up and down at the blowfliesthatswarmedabouthisnose.

Mert hadbeen watchingfromthetop of the chute gate. "Are you ready now?"heasked.

"It looks good from here," Mert said. "If you're ready, I'll get the judgesandopenthe gate."

He

climbed down.

Bucklowered himselfuntilhe could feelthebull'sback archinguptomeet him.

He

felt it sway a little as he easedhis full weight and let his feet hangalongthebull'ssides.

When

he wasas farforwardashe couldget.Buck carefully touched his spurs into the fleshyspottheoldstockhandhadtold himabout. ThebigBrahmatensed,but

stillhedidn'tmove. Buck pulledfor-

ward againand testedthe rigging. It wasallright.

He

wasready.

Mert was standing ready with the gate. "Ready?"heasked.

Buck noddedhisheadas a signaland thegateswungopen.

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