![]() “This time," he recalls, "things just went wrong." He had rode Money Maker true to his name for 84 points just that spring. When he drew his bull earlier that evening he had reason to be optimistic about his odds. He was as close as he’d been to reaching the cowboy dreams of his youth around Belvidere and Kadoka, where the White River parallels the I-90 in both directions as it snakes listlessly eastward toward Lake Francis Case. ![]() In less then eight seconds anyway, which may be the worst of it.īefore the wicked turn that knocked his inside foot loose and lost him his kilter - and the horn that tossed him ragdoll-like to where he landed, all shoulders and neck, on the arena floor, and the swears, gasps and prayers from the bleachers - he was sitting in pretty good position to qualify for the Professional Rodeo Cowboy Association (PRCA) Badlands Circuit Finals. ![]() He couldn’t know then that some time between his nod and the split second when it all went black, his whole summer would change fast. Clay Hindman was feeling good as he wrapped his bull rope tightly around his right, dug in his spurs, and got ready to give the go on an August night at the rodeo in Herreid, South Dakota.
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