I was riding his old, cantankerous gelding who was fast on his feet and heavy on the bit. We had ridden up to the top of the road above the ranch house and behind the barn to get some strays out the gate. This gate was not in a great location. Twice I'd been bucked off Grandpa's palomino colt up there because of a bog you had to cross to get to the gate, and today we had to chase the neighbor's cows through the thick oak brush on the other side. Well old Norman knew his job, but didn't much care to listen to his rider when she happened to be a 14 year old girl. He dashed through the oak brush having no care for himself or for me, only for the cows. He ducked and dodged, and one branch hit me squarely on the side of my eye and nearly unseated me. The old boy didn't slow down, and Grandpa was hollering at me to get around the cows before they made a break for it. I'll tell you, cowboying will toughen you up from a young age.
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