"C'mon George!" yelled Harold. Harold was a tall man with a big belt buckle. He was always wearing a cowboy hat and jeans.
The stallion jumped in the air trying to buck George off of him. George was a tall slim man. He never liked to his gun but he had it for defensive purposes. He had short brown hair and usually had his hat on his head but right now it was laying on the ground because the horse made it fly off earlier in their battle. George held on like his life depended on it. He had to break this horse, it was the best any Iowan had gotten in months. Then suddenly, time seemed to slow down, the horse jumped in the air and George began to feel himself slip off the beast. He landed on the ground and the horse started coming down after him. He quickly rolled out of the way of the deadly hoofs.
"He sure is a stubborn one," George said picking up his hat and dusting it off.
"I thought you were going to get him for sure, George."
"I think I was close but he had one more trick up his sleeve. Let's go I think Ann is making squirrels and yams."
"That sounds delicious!" Harold exclaimed. Squirrel was one of his favorite foods. "We can try to break this horse tomorrow."
"Yea, first thing in the morning."
They walked away from the corral toward the cabin. George started to smell Ann's cooking as they neared the door.
"Are you making squirrel, Ann?" he asked walking inside.
"Yes I am," she replied not looking away from her cooking. Ann wore a dress and always had her wavy hair dangling down to her shoulders, except in times like now when she was cooking. When she cooked she tied it up. She had blue eyes. "How did it go with that new stallion?"
"He almost crushed me, I almost had him though."
"That's too bad. You're going to get yourself seriously hurt someday, you have got to be careful with those wild animals. I worry about you George."
He walked over and kissed her cheek. "Don't worry Ann, I'm not going to die by a horse's wrath."
"Supper is finished," she announced. "Harold, will you get some dishes out please."
Harold began to put the dishes out on the table and took his normal seat at the table. He was technically one of George's helpers but he lived with Ann and George. They took their seats and began to eat.
Once dinner was over they all went to bed. In the morning George met Harold out by the corral.
"Are you ready for this?" asked Harold.
"Let's do it," replied George walking over to the horse.
He hopped on and took hold as the stallion began to fight.
"C'mon, just give up already," he said to the horse.
The horse flew into the air and once again George fell off plummeting towards the ground. The horse fell stomped down and George tried to roll away but he wasn't quick enough. It landed on his leg with amazing force.
"My leg!" George yelled grasping for it.
"I'm coming, George!" Harold yelled jumping over the fence. He tied the horse up and picked up George. We have to get the town's physician.
Inside the physician was examining his leg.
"I think it's broken," he reported.
"Thank you doctor," said Ann.
He left closing the door behind him.
"I told you to be careful, George," she began.
"Well, it looks like I can't break anymore horses for a while with a busted leg."
"Good."
"I'm getting old anyway, I think it's about time I retired."
George retired from being the last Iowan Cowboy and eventually died at the age of 89.
This story is based on my uncle George being the last Iowan Cowboy and breaking his leg while breaking in a horse.