Instantly my legs straightened to avoid the vicious strike. I reared back as hard and fast as I could, nearly ripping my balls off to avoid those long fangs. Twice more the huge rattler struck, just missing my testicles. It didn’t matter how badly it hurt, I yanked back against the unyielding rope to avoid getting bitten.
Finally the snake slithered away, and I was safe once more. But I stared into the darkness and saw them coming. The Indians were back with feathered head dresses and tiny loin cloths. Obviously the rawhide wasn’t bad enough. They had a blindfold over a wild horse’s eyes. A rope was tied around my balls, while the other end circled the mustang’s neck. Suddenly they pulled the cloth from the mighty steed’s face and released it. Hooves pounded into the dirt as the paint col
