 When the rain slipped out of my hands, I didn't even note it, which can be mighty dangerous, especially with a skittish horse like we had. And right then, right as the horse felt its freedom and jerked me forward with its pull... Hey in there! Who's messing in there? You best get out of there. You best move on. I got a gun. You coming out? Cause I'm coming in. You coming out? Cause I'm coming in.