Cleetus Williamson

*Cleetus hops on the bronc, a cigarette held firmly between his lips. The bronc immediately starts jostling frantically about. As soon as the gate opens, the bronc explodes out of the holding stall. The bronc leaps into the air, turning this way and that, fury flashing in its eyes, and the furious whinnies echoing over the cheering crowd. As Cleetus is helped off the horse, he gets his footing, and flaunts the still lit cigarette held firmly between his lips.*