Leroy Watches Jr. & the Badass Bull (Bloodsong Series) Read Online Free PDF

time in a gym lifting iron donuts. His short black hair was curly, but not as curly as his father’s. He had a little tail in back, to which he’d tied three small eagle feathers. He did that because he needed their power for the work he was doing. A tight dusting of curly hair covered his chest.
    The female portion of the audience grew exponentially. “Oh my God, look at him. He’s beautiful ,” was the predominant sentiment expressed by the women.
    The cowboys stood with eyes narrowed, exchanging whispers, and wondering who the guy was.
     
    Leroy found the mare a snap. He had to undo a few things whoever started her messed up. Bringing her into the center of the ring, he let her off her halter and lead-line and put his hands all over her, moving them in sweeping strokes. The trance that took him when he was healing kept him riveted to his body and the mare’s. He wasn’t aware of anything else, including the growing crowd or the drifting snow.
    His audience looked at the falling snow with amazement. If Las Vegas got half an inch of snow a year, that was generous. The old-timers from the res remembered differently.
    “Didn’t it snow twenty-seven inches in 1949?” Henry asked Lloyd.
    “Twenty-seven and a half. Everything shut down. It was fun, though.”
    “An’ seven inches in 1945,” May added. “I was waiting for Cal to get home from the war.
    “So this is one of those years?” Everyone nodded.
     
    It was more than one of those years. The snow kept falling. The parking lot was blanketed with fluffy white.
     
    Reason’s arena remained free of snow and the area where the spectators stood stayed was positively toasty. No one could explain it, but it kept them glued to the rail. They couldn’t get to their cars, anyway. Leroy continued working the horses.
    “When you start a horse, you need to ‘sack them out.’ That means touch them all over. Some people use a saddle blanket to do it, others a feed sack. I use my hands.” Leroy heard himself talking, explaining what he was doing. His audience seemed far away. “I like to make sure the horse isn’t hurt or doesn’t have some hidden injury.”
    He pressed his hands on the mare, seeing her energy from inside his trance. She had a bunch of sore spots, old injuries stuck in her body. He touched her head and felt her mental distress. She had been scared badly when she was brought in from the wild.
    Pressing the flats of his hands against the mare’s body over her tight spots, Leroy dropped deeper into his healing trance. He didn’t look any different than normal, except that his eyes were closed. He suppressed the blue glow that normally covered him when he did what he was doing. He didn’t want to call attention to what was really going on. He pressed and pushed and stroked. As the mare gave up her soreness, she released heartfelt groans of pleasure and dropped her head almost to the ground.
    The female observers noticed the mare’s reaction and followed Leroy with rapt attention.
    “I just adjusted her a little. Body work, we call it in California.” The crowd laughed. “She’s sleepy now, so I’m going to pull out this lovesick gelding.”
    When Leroy opened his corral gate, the black and white pinto charged the opening and Leroy. He put his hand up flat. The horse slammed his nose into it and stopped like he’d hit a brick wall.
    “OK, now. We got to get something straight. I’m the boss, not you.” Leroy did a bunch of exercises with the horse, bending his neck one way and then the other, touching him all over. This horse held much more pain in his body than the mare. He had not made the journey from freedom to captivity easy for anyone. Leroy kept working and soon the pinto stood with his head down like the mare’s.
    “Now’s a good time to stop. Anybody got some lunch? I didn’t bring mine.”
     
    Leroy ate like royalty, mostly food the women brought. Things had changed since his father told him he wanted to get married. A lot