He came into the world on a spring morning in the San Juan Valley. Wet and confused, his legs folded under him like they'd been packed wrong for the trip.
They named him Jack. He was a sorrel with a crooked blaze and a body that refused to be broken. When a horse trainer tried to saddle him at four years old, something ancient in his blood said no. Not out of fear. Not out of confusion. Out of something deeper. Something that had been waiting his whole life for a reason to come out.
Told entirely from the horse's perspective, Bareback Jack follows a bucking horse from a small ranch in Pagosa Springs to the biggest arenas in professional rodeo. From the man who first saw what he was, to the stock contractor who gave him his name, to the rider who became his greatest rival and closest thing to a partner, Jack's story is a meditation on purpose, greatness, aging, and the honest power of a body doing what it was born to do.
This is not a story about conquering an animal. This is a story about an animal who knows exactly what he is and dares the world to match him.
