She takes a few steps and grabs her lasso, starting with the same form she was trying to teach him just now. She brings it over her head and starts swinging, getting her elbow into it and working up a nice loop. She flicks her wrist and the rope soars, catches an overgrown prickly pear, and with a flash her left hand has the rope twanging tight, honda closed snug over the 'neck' of her mark.
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Now, wait. Are they talking about the same thing?
She pulls out of his embrace and turns, fixing him with a scolding look.
"Y'have t'learn this, Gene. Now, quit bellyachin', an' watch me."
She takes a few steps and grabs her lasso, starting with the same form she was trying to teach him just now. She brings it over her head and starts swinging, getting her elbow into it and working up a nice loop. She flicks her wrist and the rope soars, catches an overgrown prickly pear, and with a flash her left hand has the rope twanging tight, honda closed snug over the 'neck' of her mark.