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Bull Rider Hardcover – February 24, 2009
Cam O’Mara, 14, is a champion skateboarder, and when he is not helping out on the family desert ranch, he is practicing his moves with his friends in his small Nevada town. But when his older brother, Ben, comes home from the Iraq War severely injured and depressed, everything changes. Ben was a champion bull-rider, and Cam makes a pact with his brother to continue the family tradition: if Cam rides the bull to win, Ben will not give up hope that he can rebuild his life. That connection is a bit of a stretch, but the mix of wild macho action with family anguish and tenderness will grab teens. Driven by his brother’s pain, Cam is determined to prove himself in the dangerous bull ring, even if it means faking his identity and lying to his family. Told in a clipped, first-person narrative, this first novel makes the sports details of skateboarding and bull-riding part of the powerful contemporary story of family, community, and work. Grades 7-10. --Hazel Rochman
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Folks in Salt Lick say I couldn't shake bull riding if I tried. It's in my blood, my family. Around here, any guy named Cam O'Mara should be a bull rider. But if you've ever looked a sixteen-hundred-pound bucking bull named Ugly in the eye and thought about holding on to his back with a stiff rawhide handle, some pine tar, and a prayer, well, you'd know why I favored skateboarding. My grandpa Roy, my dad, my brother, Ben, they could all go as crazy as they liked, sticking eight seconds on a bull for the adrenaline rush and maybe a silver buckle. But me, I'd take my falls on the asphalt. I'd master something that I could roll under my bed when I was done with it. Or so I thought.
It was June and my big brother, Ben, was home on leave from the Marines. He started in on me about the skateboarding. "Cam, I'm gonna break that thing and then you'll have time for something really extreme." Ben's five years older than me, which is enough difference to mean he didn't beat on me the way some older brothers do, but he wouldn't leave me alone, either. "When are you gonna stop being some wannabe skater punk and do rodeo?"
"About when your head pops off and rolls down the street like a soccer ball." I jumped toward him like I was going to knock his head across our room with my knee. He faked right and punched me in the stomach. I smashed into him with my shoulder, and we both fell on the floor to wrestle. It took Ben about four seconds to pin me and press my face into the rug. I spit wool hairs out of my mouth.
"Give? Give? Skater wimp?"
I never give, and he knew it, so he held me down until he was tired of it, and then he slapped me on the back and let go.
"You coming in early with me to the rodeo?" he asked.
"Sure," I said, getting up and trying not to favor the shoulder he'd had a lock on. It was weird to have Ben home again. I'm not saying it was bad, it was good. It's just his hair was buzzed from being in the Marines, and without his cowboy hat, he seemed stiff and different. Maybe the year overseas had changed him. But when he pulled the hat on, well, there he was, my brother, Ben, again.
See, Ben's a cowboy and so am I, I guess. I mean, I help out on the ranch with the cows. But Ben's a cowboy. That's his thing. He was Nevada State High School Bull Riding Champion and all. And I really was glad he was home. The timing couldn't have been better. School was out, and the rodeo at the Humboldt County Fair was on. Grandpa Roy'd put in the money for an entry -- it was enough for a new skateboard for me, but that wasn't in his plan. "I know Ben doesn't have much time at home, but what else would he want to do but get in the bull ring? He's an O'Mara, and we'll give him the best we can while he's here."
So, Ben was bull riding again -- like he'd never been to Iraq at all. Even my six-year-old sister, Lali, knew that was big. She'd been bouncing around all day, asking when we were going. It was almost time, and now that Ben was done squashing me, he rummaged in his drawer for his lucky socks. He'd worn them the first time he won at bull riding, and now he wore them every time there was a prize on the line.
"You don't need those socks, you know," I said.
"You're sounding like Mom. And what makes you the expert? Did something change when you turned fourteen?"
"You can ride any bull, just like Grandpa. I'm just saying you don't need luck."
"I can always use some luck." He grinned at me.
Now that was funny. I'd never known anyone as lucky as Ben. He got the good looks and the bull-riding gene -- there has to be one in this family -- and, geez, he was already grown-up. That counted for something. Me, come August, I had to face Mr. Killworth, "the knucklecruncher," in ninth grade. That's my luck.
Ben found his socks and pulled them on. They looked regular enough -- gray work socks -- but he'd worn the fuzz down to a shine on the bottoms. That's what happens when you wear lucky socks enough times. Next came the boots. Those took some serious tugging. Then he reached for his belt with the champion buckle.
"Remember when you won that?" I asked.
"I carried your bull rope."
"And I wore my lucky socks," he gloated.
I threw a cushion at him.
"Watch the hat," he said.
At the fair, Ben's luck just kept flowing. Even the weather was good. The thunderstorms that had been predicted held off, and the stands were full. Dad bought pop and ice cream for us, and Lali about jumped out of her skin, waving at the girls in their satin shirts and bright new jeans who galloped in carrying the flags. I was wired up, counting the minutes till the bull riders and Ben's go-round.
His first bull was young and wanted to run around the ring instead of bucking. But he got a reride. The second time he drew Son of Ugly. Now, that's a bull to score you some points. 'Course he wasn't as mean and nasty as his sire -- they say no one's ever rode Ugly. But the offspring gave Ben a wicked ride, hopping and twisting and kicking up a dust storm. Ben made his eight-second time and sailed off.
The high school girls covered their eyes and shrieked when Ben landed. The guys slapped him on the back, and he disappeared behind the chutes, king of the bull ring. It was almost enough to tempt me onto a bull, but not quite. Ben was the champ. He was the one Dad and Grandpa bragged on to their friends, not me. He could have it. I wasn't him, and I wasn't going to try to be.
I pushed my hair out of my eyes and spotted Mike Gianni, my skateboarding buddy, and Favi Ruiz in the stands. I jumped a rail to get over to them.
"Man, Ben is great. You don't ever want to go up on a bull and do that, do you?" Mike asked.
"Cam's smarter than that," Favi said.
"Bull riding's not about being smart; it's about being gutsy," I said.
"That's my point." She looked at me like she'd won something. Favi's father was foreman on our ranch, and they lived next door to us in the Old House, where my Grandpa Roy was born. I'd known her all my life -- like a sister, almost.
"You don't need bull riding. You're better on a skateboard anyway," Mike said.
"Best around," I said with a grin.
"Except for me. How much longer is Ben in town?"
I blew some air out of my mouth and shook my head. "A couple more days."
"Man that's harsh," he said.
"Yeah, it is," I agreed. At my house no one talked about when Ben was going back to Iraq. But now I'd said it. Two more days.
On the way home, I rode with Ben. The windows were down and the air blew around us, warm and sweet smelling from the sagebrush.
"You ought to start riding," he said.
"It's not my thing."
"Well, it should be. You could be one terrific bull rider."
"Naw," I said. "Not like you and Grandpa. You almost won and you haven't been on a bull in a year. Second isn't bad."
"It's the socks."
I laughed and pinched my nose. "Yeah, it's that lucky smell."
"Man, those socks smell lucky and sweet," he said, and we laughed until I snorted. When we settled down, the night seemed extra quiet. The tires hummed on the pavement, and after a while a pack of coyotes got to yipping as we drove by.
"So, why do you have to go back?" The question stretched out between us. O'Maras don't talk about uncomfortable stuff. The coyotes wound themselves into a frenzy -- howling and yelping till my skin bumped up.
Ben ran his hands up and down on the steering wheel. "They extended everybody. You know that. I've got three more months."
"It's not fair."
"Lil' bro', I might sign up for another year in Iraq after this. I'm thinking about it."
"Why?" I stared at him. "I thought you were coming home. You're gonna win big money on the pro circuit and take it and raise bucking bulls. That's what you've always said." Ben had run on a hundred or so times about his plan to me and Dad and Grandpa. O'Mara Bucking Bulls -- that was his dream. So, I hadn't one clue as to why he'd want to forget all about it, about us, and be gone for more time over there.
"There's guys that need me. They're short on replacements."
"Somebody else can do it. You're a bull rider."
He looked at me like I was just a little slow. "I'm a Marine, and like I said, guys need me."
"Well, make them give you some extra armor or a desk job or something."
"Don't need it. My guys got my back." He put a stick of clove gum in his mouth and held the pack toward me. "So what'd you think of that Son of Ugly?"
"He looked like a Sunday picnic kind of a bull to me."
Ben reached over to grab me, but this time I ducked. The truck swerved and Ben swung it back and forth a couple times across the empty road, and we laughed till it hurt.
Two days later, Mom and Dad drove Ben in to Reno and he flew back to Iraq. Mom started marking the ninety days off on the kitchen calendar. Dad ran the video of Ben's high school championship ride again. There was Ben hanging on out of the chute, hand up, bull spinning. You can't exactly see his face on account of the hat, but I knew what it looked like. It looked just like it did when he whooped me at wrestling or when he beat me racing our horses and looked backwards over his shoulder and grinned a long, long time. I knew that look by heart, so I slipped outside with my dog, Red, and my skateboard.
Copyright © 2009 by Suzanne Morgan Williams --This text refers to the Paperback edition.
Top Customer Reviews
about Skate Boarding, and not coming from Nevada, or even the United States. However, I do know 14 year old boys, and however much they try to hide it with grunts and bad haircuts, there are sensitive hearts and undeveloped amygdalas making their lives very confusing and difficult to navigate. Especially when other family stuff is going on - and other stuff is often going on.
The author describes this well. The teenage desire to be the centre of the universe, while being left well alone; the conflict of needing to be different and needing to belong; the distancing from the intensive parenting of earlier years, while still desperately needing to be parented. This is some of what I take from the book.
Cam is fourteen, and he loves boarding - or that is what he tells us. I'm not entirely sure that it ever quite rang true for me. It doesn't take a lot to distract him from boarding. To me it was the classic avoidance passion. He was determined not to be a bull rider because he was worried he would never be as good as Ben - his big brother, whom he idolises. Boarding really represented his need to be different and his need to find his own passion. Of course, inevitably bull-riding does become an important part of his life, as he struggles with the results of a devastating family event.
Cam feels powerless to help, until he hits on the idea of riding a particularly large and nasty beast, called Ugly, to win 15 000
dollars, but to do this he has to use a little bit of subterfuge. Along the way, Cam faces friendship issues, fallen idol issues, battles with his parents and his own self-confidence.Read more ›
Realistic and holding strong tones of family bonds, Bull Rider easily straddles the line between younger and older YA. Centered around a fourteen year old boy, it reads in an easy way for a younger crowd while still holding all the emotions of an older one. Blending light and deep, and using bull riding and skateboarding to bring the characters to life, Bull Rider makes for a quick but memorable read.
The Extended Version:
Cam is a very easy character to like, loyal to his family but still trying to find himself in the midst of things. Having a love of skateboarding versus the family "business" of bull riding, he sets himself apart even from the start. An early look at how he looks up to his brother and how well his family gets along overall sets the stage before everything changes after Ben is shot in Iraq. The impact on Cam comes across strongly, building the sympathy aspect while also sending the character through some great strides in personal and family development. He is a very well rounded character, and holds a great voice and mindset for both his age and experiences.
Ben's character is handled very well, giving a realistic note to his injuries and lasting effects while still showing him through Cam's eyes. The difference in him from before Iraq to after is clear, holding on to certain aspects while still trying to now incorporate the changes that come with his injuries. He, too, does show some strong strides in development and the intense love between these two brothers comes through the pages so smoothly, building them both even more.
The plot has a pretty steady pace, showing the different ways Cam feels after Ben returns home, from guilty to scared to isolated.Read more ›
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My son enjoyed this book so much, I read it myself. It was such a great read, I purchased a copy for my son's school library.Published 7 months ago by Lorn Terson
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A terrific book that blends the culture of bull riding, the realities of a family member come home from war, and a very real and caring protagonist (Cam) who wants nothing but to... Read morePublished 23 months ago by C. Chan
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