I'll wager yours are more difficult to handle than mine. Hooves thunder to the center of the arena. We all turn and watch a huge white horse hurtle toward us. Its rider is a tiny woman no bigger than a sixth grader. Jim Bob exclaims.
Doc finishes the phrase.
And she ain't afraid to use them. It sounds like a line from a country western song. I get the feeling these two have a private rating system for women. Wonder where I'd rank. Jim Bob cuffs his brother on the arm.