The shack’s tin roof burns her hands. It’s all Lee Anne can do not to yell out; just a few more moments. The clang-a-dang of a bell, the whirl of a cicada and she’s in the air. The goat has only a moment to react but time is wasted on shock. Lee Anne comes down hard and grabs hold of the reigns. “YE-HAW, JEZEBEL!” she yells out. A slight buck, a kick, and Lee Anne rolls off, sides busting with laughter.
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