“We kept hoping that maybe he had been bucked and was unconscious somewhere out there. “It was the longest night ever,” Susann Flowers would say later. The Flowers drove Glenda and her 18-month-old son, Carl Kent Bradley, back to the ranch house where they would wait out the night. Sheriff Marvin Crawford and other volunteers had come over from Aspermont, and the dragging operation had begun.
There was no trace of Bigun, except his lip ice, gloves and a package of Kools. But they had made a mistake that Bigun Bradley would never make: they had forgotten their rope.Ībout midnight, Bill and Susann Flowers drove over to Glenda’s house and told her they had found the horse. “Get the rope,” Bill yelled, jumping from the pickup before it had even stopped rolling. And he didn’t live long enough to own his own spread. Bigun Bradley never had time for the rodeo.
But there was always this difference-Bill Flowers was rich, he could quit anytime and go back to running his own ranch and rodeoing. Bill Flowers and Bigun Bradley had rode together when Bigun was wagon boss of the Four Sixes (6666) Ranch near Guthrie-”neighboring” they call it, helping out when there is branding or gathering to be done-there was one stretch, Bill recalled, when they were out 41 days, miles from the nearest asphalt or bathtub or woman or child or roof or television set. Bill was a real cowboy, too, but not in the way Bigun was-Bigun was a working cowboy, the son of a working cowboy, the grandson of a working cowboy, all of them born and raised on the same tenant ranch outside of Knox City, simple men working for wages and living their unrelenting existence in a world that could go mad without them knowing or even caring. Bill Flowers was a famous rodeo roper and heir to old Pee Wee Flowers’ four-ranch spread of 80,000 acres. The Flowers were not only Bigun’s employers, they were his friends, and Glenda’s too, a couple about their own age. “I’ll call you back,” Susann told Glenda. He’ll be in in a while.” Nevertheless, Bill Flowers and his foreman would take a pickup out to Cemetery Pasture and see about Bigun. “You gotta hit them in the head to get them off their horse. “You know how cowboys are,” Susann Flowers told Glenda. She telephoned Susann Flowers at ranch headquarters just after dark. But this particular day, for no particular reason, Glenda Bradley was worried. Now wanted dead or alive, the hard-riding heroes must fight for their very lives… and learn that when the going gets tough, the tough take the law into their own hands.Bigun was 36 and for as long as anyone could remember his workday started before sunup and ended after sundown, never varying except for the two days he took off to get married, and the few times he was off in South Dakota doing a Marlboro commercial it was seven days a week, week after week, it was the repetition as well as the work that kept him at it. When their favorite bar is threatened with closure, outlaw biker Harley (Rourke) and modern-day cowboy Marlboro (Johnson) hatch a scheme to save the day – by robbing the corrupt bank behind the bar's shutdown! When the robbery yields not money but a shipment of drugs, Harley and Marlboro find themselves on the run from the bank's sinister president (Sizemore) and a posse of seemingly unstoppable hit men. Mickey Rourke (The Wrestler, Sin City) and Don Johnson (A Boy and His Dog, TV's Miami Vice) star in this four-lane genre collision of biker movie, heist thriller, buddy flick and sci-fi pic that will take you to the hardline of action and adventure! Co-starring Tom Sizemore (Natural Born Killers), Chelsea Field (The Last Boy Scout), Tia Carrere (True Lies) and Vanessa Williams (Shaft), this relentlessly explosive actioner just may prove that "it's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool."
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