Cowgirl
Oxford defines cowgirl as "a woman who herds and tends cattle, performing much of her work on horseback".
Codi Dalton and Chayni Anderson would agree to this definition, but will argue that it is missing a few pieces to it.
Cowgirls aren't...
Holy crap I barely made it in time as I just arrived in my hometown of Cutthroat, Wyoming. But before I could go home to my ranch, I had to go to the course. What course? The course of the Crazy Cowgirl Race. This race was not for inexperienced riders, only for the thick skinned. Fifteen badass cowgirls and their fastest horses race against each other to see who the craziest was. In this race, there were no rules.
The course started with going down a steep hill, then going across the river, going up a side hill, and back around to the dirt track and then to the finish line. I intend to win this race because I have the best horse around. A mustang that goes by the name of Midnight.
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I was known for training and racing mustangs. It was my trademark. They even call me "Mustang Codi". I found that most mustangs and I are the same, wild at heart. They're so incredibly beautiful and instinctual. Once broken, I find that they are the best preforming horse to own. They are naturally strong, intelligent, and loyal. But it takes a special person to bring out these qualities in the beasts.
Not just anyone can train a wild horse. One must have the drive and knowledge to gain the trust of these animals. That's why I have started a training center for mustangs. Either people send their adopted animals to me to break them, or the people come themselves and learn how to train the horses properly.
I back my trailer into an open spot right next to another one. When I step out of my pickup, I greeted with the sweet smell of the Wyoming air. Man I missed this place. I take a deep breath and take it all in. As I go around my pickup, my mood is ruined once I see who's trailer I parked next to. Whitney Spaulding. My arch nemesis since middle school.
"Well if it isn't Codi Dalton, returning from the dead." She says as she leans against her, I mean her daddy's pickup.
I laugh sarcastically, "You're soul says hi." I fakely smile at her.
"I see you brought your parasite." She says as she looks at my trailer with Midnight sticking his head out his window.
I know she didn't just insult my horse when she has the most poorly trained horses in the entire state, "You're lucky Sheriff Henderson said if I get into one more fight I'll actually have to receive consequences." I warn her of my attentions if she insults my horse again.
"What, did you stop sleeping with him?" Obviously I wasn't sleeping with Sheriff Henderson, but I was still offended.
"For your information, I never slept with him. But you're welcome to if you want your next STD." I say to her, remembering the rumor in high school that she had gonorrhea. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a race to win." I say as I walk to the back of trailer.
I lined up Midnight next to the other 14 horses. All of our horses paced back and fourth because they knew what they signed up for. I kept rubbing Midnight's neck, keeping him calm and steady. I pulled down my old generation cowboy hat and sat tall in the saddle. "On my mark." The race coordinator said as he held up a revolver. I held Midnight's reins in my left hand and positioned my legs.
