“Look at that Diablo! That’s my baby!” Marguerite was pounding Shelagh on the shoulder. “That’s the best horse. Cut him late, said he was an outlaw, he was just innocent… best damned horse I ever owned… YEE-HAH, TOMMY!” Who was now racing in pursuit of the cow. It circled along by the access wall beyond the pen as his partners backed up, opening like a gate to let the animal join its two imprisoned companions. Then all three cowboys were side-by-side again, raising their hats as the crowd went wild. “One minute and thirty-six seconds,” came the announcer’s voice, as Shelagh threw her arm around Marguerite, yelling her own yee-hah and waving her beer. “That was f*****g GREAT!”
Marguerite grinned back. “I told you. That’s a buckle for sure—nobody else here is going to work together like tha
