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She looked over at him and bit her lip while looking at his abs but went back to curling her hair she got her hair all curled she then grabbed her hat Edited at March 31, 2025 07:37 PM by thatcowgirl2006 |
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Marco caught her gaze and smiled, continuing to button up the shirt. "You like what you see?" He asks, it not a seroius question but a rather random one. He combed out his hair with his fingers before putting his hat on delicately and strapping his spurs to his boots. The man then slung his vest on and threw on some chaps before grabbing his helmet and sitting. |
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" why wouldn't I, I have a very handsome man in my trailer that has abs and would kill for me so he says and now he wants to start traveling with me to my rodeos and did I say he's handsom" |
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Marco chuckled, agreeing with her. "If I were you then i'd agree. Then also i'm traveling with the most gorgeous woman on the planet that I would kill for and is quite the lover." He mused softly, taking a sip of the coffee he'd brought over as he texted a few of his friends while waiting on her. |
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She put her hat on after putting on mascara then she sit down on the couch and put her boots on she then stood up and looked at him" thanks" she walked out of the trailer and walked over to Amber and she caught her and brushed down she then put her saddle pad on her with leather but the leather had tooling on it and also had AR on it, she then put her saddle on and cinched her up |
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Marco finished the coffee and went to go meet his bull for the day, pecking Amy on the cheek as he walked past before continuing on down, his spurs softly clinking as he walked. The man made it to the chutes where he found his bull, Artic Warrior, Artic Assasin's son, who Marco was kinda scared of Artic Warrior, for his father retired J.B Mauney which probably meant he had good genetics if he threw off a saint such as Mauney. He said a quick few words of Italian before heading off to wait for his ride. |
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Amy got on Amber after she put on ambers breast collar and her bridle then she walked her to the warm up arena |
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Feeling nervous, it was Marco's time to ride. Please welcome local legend, Marco Romano! Cried the intercomn, Marco reluctantly getting onto the bull. The gate open, and the usual eight seconds of peace would soon turn into eight seconds of terror. |
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Amy watched him she had Amber tied to the fence and she was leaning on the fence he leg bouncing |
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Marco tightened his grip, starting to feel himself slipping. His grip came loose, and his foot got caught in the rope. The ground was there before he could process it before he got thrown back up, fingers clawing the ground as he kicked frantically to get free. His mind transported him back to when he got the scar on his back, his panic levels going from four to ten as he finally was free, the bull barely missing him as he sprinted, not even jogged, full on sprinted and threw himself over the side of the fence, chest heaving as the bull banged into the fence, him scrambling back for a second before realizing he was almost atop a few people, him apologizing and yanking off his helmet, taking in gulps of air before Blane was at his side, Blane cracking a joke and Marco laughing though the fear. |
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Nighttime Thunderstorms with Hail
