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* Free subscriptions here * A week ago I didn’t know who Frankie Dettori was, and here I am, a young Cambridge graduate, ready for work...

Video: The Rodeo

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Goodbye Americana

* Free subscription here* I slotted into the States like bread into a toaster. Life was snugger and warmer than it’s ever been, and for...

I Changed My Mind About Rodeo

I’m as green to rodeo as the Montana grass is long. But, one way or another, I’ve collected my thoughts, trying on ideas like other peopl...

The Rodeo

A cowboy grabs a leather strap between his teeth and pulls. The gauntlet is not thrown down, but strapped on, and it’s show time. Five...

Bucking Horses on the Run

“Shakespeare didn’t eat his breakfast this morning.” The academic in me always does a double take when the bearded cowboy makes offhand...

A New Branding

*Warning: This piece contains graphic content and images* There are hundreds of calves to brand on every ranch; thousands of cows to...

Inhabit; Out of Habit

At the age of six, I remember being given a small book to read. I was at school in France at the time, and the book was called something...

Night Riders (Rodeo, pt 1)

If all went according to plan, Guayito and I were to ride to El Foyel together the day before ‘La Fiesta de Caballos’ (the horse party)....

Cow-Fighting

There’s a big Repsol garage near La Capitana, Marta’s mother’s farm. RESTAURANTE blinks over the motorway in the early morning light....

A Day in the Life

I’m coming to the end of my second week at the picadero in Sanlúcar. The novelty is wearing off, and so is the skin on my fingers. I’m...

The Bull-Farming Matriarch

Today Marta took me to her mother’s farm, aptly named La Capitana. Aurora Algarra is one of the only women in the whole of Spain who...