The Rider Page #6

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- Bullshit.

I'm going.

I'm entered, and I'm riding.

Go kill yourself, then.

I'm not gonna end up like you.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)

Brady.

Welcome back.

Good to see you.

I'm waiting out back

People are gone

Behind yellow tape

with my laminate on

I just love to watch you

Doing all the things you do

- (MAN YELLING)

- (CROWD CHEERING)

City after city,

night after night

If you called me crazy

You'd probably be right

But there's one thing, baby

Really want to say to you

ANNOUNCER:
Let me

hear you get louder!

Let me hear you!

(CROWD CHEERING)

I'm your number one fan

I'm your right-hand man

ANNOUNCER:
About 13 feet in here.

Put it down.

How about

a round of applause...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

That's what you call that

right there.

(WHINNYING)

And that's what you call bronc riding

here in Pine Ridge, South Dakota.

MAN 1:
Go ahead,

drop your foot.

MAN 1:
Got any bronc stompers?

MAN 2:
They're down there.

They're not here.

(BUZZER RINGS)

(SCATTERED CHEERS)

ANNOUNCER:
Good afternoon.

About 13 feet in here.

Put it down. How about

a round of applause...

(CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

That's what you call that

right there.

- Running down the fence line.

- Hi, Brady!

You guys gotta stand up,

whoop and holler.

How many guys

are having fun so far?

Good luck, Brady.

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and

gentlemen, are you having fun?

- MAN 1:
Let's go, Brady.

- MAN 2:
Let's go, man.

- Come on, Brady.

- Come on, Brady, your horse is in.

MAN 3:
Your horse is in the goddamn chute.

What the hell?

You all right?

Yeah.

Come on, then.

Good luck, part'.

You, too, cowboy.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

BRADY:
It's you, Lane.

Your favorite picture

of yourself on a bull.

You like it?

S...

A...

L...

T.

"Salty"? (CHUCKLES)

It's pretty salty, huh?

And it's badass.

(ANNOUNCER SPEAKING

INDISTINCTLY)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(MAN WHOOPING)

You gave him a kick

at the end, too.

Jumped off on his feet.

(CROWD CHEERING)

There's my brother.

(BRADY CHUCKLES)

D...

O...

N...

I...

V...

E...

D...

"Don't give up

on your dreams."

(SIGHS)

Come on.

Look up at me, brother.

Grab your reins.

All right, wheel him

around to the left.

All right, now to the right.

- Hmm.

- (GRUNTS)

All right,

go ahead, stop him.

Back him up.

You're on...

You're on big old Gus again.

Loping across there.

Remember that wind

on your face.

Through the badlands, chasing

them cows out of the trees.

You excited?

You bet, brother.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, I'm an outlaw

Running from the storm

From the Tennessee Hills

to the New Mexico summers

I've got nothing but my name

and my pistol by my side

Just spin around

Just spin around

I ride at night

'cause I sleep all day

The only way I live

is the outlaw way

Got my horse packed up

and my pistol's loaded

If you wanna doubt me,

boy I'll show you

Say click, click, boom,

like Jesse James

Shoot you down,

but there ain't no shame

Leave you there lying

with nothing but your name

Playing Russian roulette

This ain't no game

On every wanted poster

from here to the Sun

Got myself,

I don't need no one

All I need

is my horse and my gun

Down by the fire

I live on the run

Don't count on me

waiting for the sunrise

I'll be gone with the moon

to free my mind

Rolling like a sage

pushin' wind

Here I go again

If that sheriff

ever runs me down

I'll just move along

to another town

But I...

I just can't

say where or when

Here I go again

I'm an outlaw

Running from the storm

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