The Last Cowboy by Lindsay Mc. Kenna, Paperback"Boss! Look out!"Slade Mc. Pherson was in a rectangular corral at his Jackson Hole, Wyoming, ranch with the meanest Hereford bull he'd ever dealt with. He heard Shorty, his wrangler, give a cry of warning. There was sudden movement behind him. Diablo, the bull, had been walking toward the chute to receive his yearly set of shots.
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Slade never allowed any horses in such a confined area with the bull. Diablo hated men. Slade wasn't about to allow one of his prized horses to be butted and injured by Diablo. Whirling around, he saw Diablo toss his massive white- and- rust head, drool flinging in all directions out of his mouth. The bull had decided not to go into the chute and, instead, wheeled his one ton body around and charged Slade who was ten feet away. The bull bellowed, lowered his head and attacked.
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Slade was five feet away from the steel- pipe fence. There was no way he could stop such a charge. All he could do was run like hell. And that's exactly what he did. Because he was six- foot- two inches in height and he had a long stride. Adrenaline shot through him as he dug the heels of his cowboy boots into the dusty floor of the corral.
In two strides, Slade hit the fence, made a huge leap and landed on the third rung of the five- rung corral. The ground shook from Diablo's charge. As he jerked his leg up, still climbing to get away from the angry bull, Slade felt the brush of the bull's head against the heel of his boot. It took a matter of two seconds before it was all over. Diablo roared and galloped around the small enclosure, tossing his head in frustration. Slade balanced himself on the fifth rung of the fence, watching his prized breeding bull bawl and race around the enclosure. That was close! Slade had lost count of the times Diablo had planned and waited until he'd get near enough to trample him to death.
The bull had great genes for putting good meat on his offspring, but his personality sucked."Boss," Shorty panted, running over and looking up at Slade, "you okay? He grazed you."Taking off his tan Stetson hat, the crown damp with sweat from the July day, Slade grinned and lifted his forearm. He wiped his brow with the back of his arm. I'm fine," he drawled. Close but no cigar." The sun was bright as it climbed higher in a deep blue sky.