Written for OLWG#88
Esteban Cuarto stood on the plank that ran across the back of the chute. He crossed himself and said a quick prayer as he climbed up and over. Esteban stood above the animals back and rubbed with his foot to let him know that there was someone there, then slowly and carefully he lowered himself into position, sitting just forward of the flank rope.
Esteban wore a white cotton shirt with pearl snaps up the front and over the two pockets on his breast. Dark brown leather chaps covered his new blue jeans, and an old sweat stained black felt Stetson perched atop the slicked back dark hair on his head.
He positioned his hand in the handle of the bull rope and pulled it tight wrapping it around his hand in such a way that he clutched several layers of rosined line. Then scooched up close to the bull rope and positioned his pointy toed boots just in front of it, checking that the toe-bugs were where they should be. Leaning forward he tucked in his chin and gave a nod to the gateman.
This week’s prompts were:
- pointy toed
- What do you have against theatres?