YOUNG JACK:
((With the assistance of the rodeo hands, YOUNG JACK manages to get onto the back of the BULL in the holding cell. He can feel it start to buch beneath him and Jack relaxes a bit until the BULL calms down again. He hadn't done this in a while, a year or so at least. It was a fine way to make money. Jack could feel his reflexes and rodeoin' instincts goin' into high gear. The BULL seemed to sense the tension above him and bucked a little, as much as it could in the small cell keeping it from kicking its legs back. Jack's body was thrown upward for a moment; he felt a surge of pleasure tingle through his muscles and he instinctively gripped harder with his legs and thighs. He knew this would throw the BULL into a frenzy though, so he relaxed them again, just barely holding onto the one rope. Everything seemed like it was just perfect for the bull ride that would earn him a summer of luxury. He waited patiently for the announcer's voice, ready to grip with all his might when the BULL fled the cell.))
%% What the hell is keepin' the man.... er woman. We got a rodeo to win! %%
((JACK looks up and sees a man in a suit and tie approach the rodeo masters, a badge reading A.H.A. across his left chest.))
%% What in tarnation is goin' on now? %%