Live it to Love it

Chapter:1

"Nicky load those bulls up and take them to the fair grounds for me." My grandpa said as I left his office. Oklahoma raised Texas born. My parents thought I was crazy for helping my grandpa out.

I loaded the bulls up and drove to the grounds. LJ Jenkins was another that hauled bulls to our regional rodeos. My best friends little brother was in it this year and wanted all the bucking action he could get.

I pulled up and saw Jenkins bulls were already here. All grandpa's were branded with his brand so we knew which were which.

Bottoms up ft. Ti played as I backed the trailer up and got out. Rodney pulled up as I slipped my vest on. I opened the trailer up and whistled. They didn't come out. I got in through the back and shooed them out.

They knew I meant business. Rodney watched as I penned them one by one. When I was done I closed the trailer up and got back in the truck. This is the second to last rodeo in the high school season.

Rodney and my grandpa went into business together so he was handler while I hauled them everywhere. "Nice going girl. They look great this month." "Thanks. Now to see the comp."

We walked to the pens and looked at the bulls. "The riders should be here later." Rodney said as I took my sunglasses off and put them on top of my ball cap. I wasn't afraid of them and most knew it.

We gave our bulls water and wetted the dirt. Immediately they laid down in the coolness or got a drink. I leaned against a pen and pulled my cap off to wipe the sweat away.

"Scorcher isn't it." I nodded to who ever said that. I put my cap on and looked up. LJ Jenkins was leaning on the door drinking from a water bottle. He got hurt bad one year to the extent that he couldn't complete anymore.

"Rod. Nick." "Why does your brother even call me that?" I asked Rodney. "No clue." He told me. We went out to greet his baby brother. I leaned against the hot truck while the brothers talked.

Finally bored I went back up to the stock pens. A chain rattled as I entered. Black Jack, grandpa's prized bucking bull was out. He hated me with a passion, but I knew this bull all too well.

I walked to the center and stood. The bull faced me. He snorted and put his head down. Then started trotting. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot. He walked over and stopped in front of me.

He growled at me and I growled back. He shook his horns at me. I took a step forward. He charged at me. I grabbed his horns and dug my heels into the dirt. He kept pushing me back.

Once I got grip I put one boot on whatever it was and the other on the ground. With one swift move I turned his head and got the upper hand. He knew that he was defeated when I did that.

I took my foot off and started walking with my hands still on his horns. Finally he turned and walked back to his pen. I locked it up and turned to leave.

He snorted once then turned to his water bucket. I walked out to my truck and got a brush. It was almost show time and most of the athletes were here.

I brushed the boys and got them cleaned up. My favorite bull nudged me and I scratched him. He stood there waiting for everything to start.

I ran out to the truck and put the brush up. Then ran back with my gear. I went into the bathroom and changed into my gear. I fixed my shin guards and put my vest on. Then dawned on my school jersey. One person from each school here and we took turns for bullfighting.

I walked out and put my hair in a high ponytail. "Hey no girls in the ring." I ignored the rude comment and kept walking. The bull rider for our school came over to me. Zane, little brother of Rodney and county winner overall.

"Do great." He whispered. I nodded and slapped his back. Everyone on the team supported me and knew how hard it was. Bull riding was about to begin and Black Jack was first up.

I went out in the ring with four other guys. There were three rounds and bull fighters were eliminated also. The first place was kept and went to state for their region.

Then one from each region competed together. I stood ready for the bull to bust through the gate. The guys around me cussed and told me to get out of the ring.

I ignored the calls and cussings as the bull bust out. I backed up until the rider fell off. Then I got close enough to distract it. Black Jack came right at me. I grabbed his horns and jerked his head slightly.

He stopped and almost threw me in the air. I hit his hoof and he finally gave up and decided to leave me alone. I backed up waiting for the next.

Now I had to let another guy go for the distraction. It was a mean bull. A second after the gate was opened the rider was off and the bull went after his opponent.

Then he came straight for me. My go to was a quick spin to get out of the way. He went after the guy behind me. I loosened the rope and it dropped. The bull made a one eighty and went back towards the pens.

I picked up the rope and carried it over to the side. Now a new guy was going to take my place until the next round. A whole new group went in.

This is my life. You never feel more alive than when your almost dead......... and I love it!

What's up!!!!! Here's the first chapter of my third PBR book! Hope you enjoy it!