It’s a frosty morning on the Northern Range, and a green horse starts the day with a little bucking spree. But he’s in your string, and you can’t trade him in for a gentler model. So you screw down your hat. Jam your feet in your oxbow stirrups. And ride out the storm. In these parts a bronc ride after breakfast is all in a day’s work. It goes with the territory.
95 mins.