JD chuckled. "You’re cornering too fast."

"It’s rigged, I tell you," he growled, throwing down the joystick.

Josiah moved to take a seat on the floor next to the other two. "May I try?"

Buck handed over the controls. Josiah moved his car slowly at first, then sped it up to join JD’s, steering his race car neatly around the turn that Buck had crashed on four times. Handing the control back to the outraged man, he smiled. "Try applying more brake next time."

Vin squinted, blowing a breath through his nose and working a bit of chewing tobacco in his mouth with exaggerated slowness. The bull in the pen blinked back, unimpressed with the imitation.

"I wonder how they get the brake in without being gored," Ezra mused, pointing at the ring protruding from the animal’s nose.

"Better question might be, why," Vin replied. "Seems pretty risky."

Nathan laughed. "Maybe it impresses the cows." He checked his watch. "Break’s over, boys. I need to get back to town."

Chris smiled, eyeing the oversized bovine as he mounted. "Anybody feel like steak for dinner?"