"Now, imagine you're ropin' the head of your steer. Y'wanna — keep your hand straight! Y'wanna throw your rope, an' when y'do your index finger should be pointin' to his left horn."
She shuffles over to his side, just slightly behind him, and demonstrates without the rope so he can see.
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She nods, once.
Not perfect, but. Better.
"Now, imagine you're ropin' the head of your steer. Y'wanna — keep your hand straight! Y'wanna throw your rope, an' when y'do your index finger should be pointin' to his left horn."
She shuffles over to his side, just slightly behind him, and demonstrates without the rope so he can see.