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Find out what happens to three rodeo cowgirls when they're truck is run off the road at night by a gang of tough girls. Who Will Survive? Brutal action! 200 Pages of Suspense!
 

Here's a little snippet of the action:


"Oh, God," cried Misty.  "My neck."  She was lying across the back seat with her head canted against the armrest of the back door.  The truck was now tilted at thirty degrees toward the passenger's side against the embankment, making it difficult to sit up.  Misty placed her hand on top of her cowboy hat just as the rear driver's side door opened.  Her eyes goggled at the site of several figures milling around outside.
     "There you are, you little shit," some girl shouted.  Seconds later, someone grabbed the cuffs of her jeans and pulled her toward the open door.  Then, two strong hands grabbed both sides of her Levi's and pulled her forward.  Misty felt a pair of arms wrap around her back in the darkness as her tits got squished against the girl's big belly.  "Okay, out you go, bitch!" 
     The girl hoisted Misty out of the truck, carried her up the hill and dropped her on boots.  She stumbled a bit on the gravel but regained her balance.  The door slammed behind her.
     "Get the other two," the girl said, as Misty raised her left hand to keep her cowboy hat from falling off. 
     "The truck's up too high," said Lori.  "I can't get up there."
     "Then let Sandra get them.  She's a lot taller than you."
     "Okay."
     The slim girl stepped off the truck as the other one strolled forward, placed her shoe on the outside step and climbed inside the Ford-250.
Misty watched as the same girl, who was about six-four, pulled Brooke and Michelle out of the truck in tandem.  They slogged forward to the road--both weary and groggy from the wreck--as the girl pushed them up the hill by their backs.  The girl then looked over at the behemoth in front of her--the one who was standing in front of Misty. 
     "Anyone else in there?" said the tall, fat girl.
     "No, not that I could see."
     "Okay, walk those two toward the back of the trailer."
     "My pleasure," said the tall girl, as she grabbed Brooke and Michelle by their elbows.
     "You two shitkickers are coming with me."
     The fat girl chuckled as she watched Sandra escort the two women toward the back of the trailer.  She then looked down at Misty.  The girl was nearly a foot taller than her and as wide as a stable door.  Misty felt a shiver crawl up her spine when the girl glared at her.  A sudden weakness shot through her legs.
     "Ohhhh," cried Brooke, as the tall girl shoved her against the side of the trailer.  She was holding her forehead.  Another fat girl now had ahold of Michelle's arm.
     "What do you want with us?" shouted Misty, as she looked up at the tall, fat girl.
     "That's for me to know and you to find out?"  The girl continued glaring at her with her big hooded eyes.  She then placed her hands on her wide hips and smirked.  Misty could smell alcohol on her breath.
     "What are you all, high school girls or something?" said Misty. 
     "That's right, genius."
     "Well, my friends and I are from Oklahoma.  They're both thirty and I'm thirty-one.  We're heading to a rodeo up in Michigan."
     The fat girl stepped forward and stabbed Misty in the sternum with her pointer finger.  The force of the blow knocked Misty down the hill several feet as her back slammed against the truck's rear door.  Pain surged across the front of her ribcage from the girl's poke.
     "I don't give a fuck where you're from or how old you are.  You flipped me the bird back there, and I didn't appreciate it."
     "I'm sorry, but you were trying to run us off the road."  Misty winced as she rubbed the front of her chest.   She was still leaning against the truck.
     "That's a matter of opinion."
     "You were trying to run us off the road."
     The huge girl ignored her and looked over at the tall girl who had just released Brooke.  Both Brooke and Michelle were leaning against the trailer, trying to get over the shock of the accident.  The same two girls were keeping an eye on them. 
     "What are we going to do with them?" said Sandra, the tall girl.
     "Nothing yet because I want to talk to this little bitch.  But once I'm through talking, we'll walk them up the road to the bridge.  It's the one I was telling you about earlier."
     "Wait a minute," said Misty.  "We have a rodeo to get to tomorrow.  We need to get going here."
     The huge girl chuckled as she looked down at Misty.  She wiped some sweat from her brow.  "I don't think this little shitkicker gets it."
     "Gets what?" said Misty, as she pushed herself away from Brooke's truck and stepped forward.  She had just started to raise her finger as she climbed the hill and confronted the girl, when she got socked in the gut with an uppercut.
     "Uhhhhhhhh!"
     She sank to her knees on the gravel, bent forward and held her stomach with both hands.  It felt like her insides were shoved through her back.
     "Ohhhhhh."  She bit her lower lip and winced.  "Ohhhhh."
     "By the way, what is it that you said to me back there when you flipped me off, you little cxnt?  Do you remember?"  The teen stepped toward Misty and looked down at her.
     "Uhhh . . . no," said Misty.  "Ohhhh . . . oh, God, it hurts."
     "Sure, it does.  I hit pretty hard."
     The girl inched closer to Misty, grabbed her chin and lifted it up.  She then lowered her moon-size face toward Misty's thin oval one.
     "You said, and I quote, "'Stay the fuck on your side of the road, asshole.'"
     "I . . . I-I'm so sorry," said Misty.  She was still holding her stomach.  "I-I really am.  I-uh-uh-I-I didn't mean it.  You were trying to run us off the road, and it pissed me off."
     "I-uh-uh-uh-I," the girl mocked.  "What are you, some stuttering retard?"
     "No," said Misty.  "I'm just scared."
     "Oh, me?" said the girl.
     "Yes."
     The girl guffawed, then her smile turned into a glare.  "You should be."  The teen smirked.  "You should be very afraid, you little shit-kickin' bitch."
     Misty lowered her head as she held onto her stomach.  The girl reached down, grabbed her chin again and raised her head up.
     "Well, how about this?" said the girl.
     "What?" said Misty.  She gazed up at the fat teen--mouth open.
     Seconds later, the back of the girl's hand crashed into her right temple and knocked Misty on her side.  Her cowboy hat went flying halfway toward Michelle and Brooke, who were at least twelve feet away.
     "That," said the girl.  "Does that piss you off?"
     Misty didn't answer.  Her right ear was ringing and she couldn't see straight.  She tried to push herself up, but couldn't; the side of her head sank to the gravel.
     "I asked you a question, cowgirl."  Andrea walked over and kicked Misty in the leg.  "Did what I do to you just now piss you off?"
     "Leave her alone," shouted Brooke.  "You've obviously injured her."
     "You stay out of it," the obese girl yelled.  "I'm asking your friend here, not you."  She stabbed the toe of her gym shoe at Misty's belt buckle, thrusting her hip up.  Misty's eyes were closed. She bit her lower lip to fight the pain throbbing through her skull.  "How 'bout that, skinny cowgirl.  Am I pissing you off yet?"
     "No," said Misty, as she opened her eyes.  She again tried to push herself up to a seated position, but fell back on her side.  The huge girl cackled.
     "Well, let me tell you something, little blonde cowgirl.  I've got a whole lot more planned for you and your friends here.?  She looked at Sandra.  "Let's get them up to the bridge."



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