Holding the Reins

Your dare about the tavern's mechanical bull sounded way too fun to pass up! I trotted over to the rustic wooden corner and hopped onto the soft leatherette saddle of the tiny black bull. Grasping the miniature braided rope firmly with one hand, I gripped the curved flank with my thighs and threw my free arm high into the air for balance. With a gentle nudge of my heel, the spring-loaded mount rocked backward with a hearty tilt. Arching my back against the sway, I laughed as the warm tavern lamp cast an energetic, playful shadow across the sawdust ring.

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