Razzle Dazzle bucked and kicked in the chute while the flankman struggled to secure the flank strap. The horse’s mood matched his own. Difference was, he was gonna come out on top tonight. Colt had studied up on Razzle Dazzle, just like he did with all his draws. The horse would pull left as soon as he was out of the chute, and would give a first strong kick with his rear legs. Then, it was fifty-fifty whether or not the horse would twist. The ‘twist and kick’ as Colt referred to it, was the horse’s signature move, and the reason not one cowboy had kept his seat this rodeo. Only three men this season had. Colt aimed to be the fourth. All he needed was a score of eighty-two to come out on top tonight.
After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was probably only thirty seconds, the
