Earlier, Freckles Brown had been out hauling hay in the sultry heat of a July day. But now the 63-year-old retired rodeo cowboy relaxed in the dim coolness of the ranch house on his 540-acre spread near Soper, Okla. He was asked about the Ride.
The words came out softly: "That bull understood what was happening," said Brown, placing his hand flat on the surface of an end table. "After I got on him, and just before the chute opened, his hide went as hard as this tabletop. He knew what he was supposed to do."
It was the 1967 National Finals Rodeo in Oklahoma City, and the bull, named Tornado, was set to do what it had done more than 200 times out of the chute: throw the rider.
Instead, a legend was born. On that cold December night, Brown rode Tornado for the required eight seconds, and it was arguably the greatest performance in the history of the sport.
That a cowboy, any cowboy, could last eight seconds on Tornado was accomplishment enough. It had never happened in the bull's six-year rodeo career. But Brown, a month shy of his 47th birthday, was the oldest active cowboy on the circuit. He had ridden his first bull 30 years before, and many of the men he was competing against in Oklahoma City were young enough to be his sons.
Tornado was the ultimate challenge on the bull-riding circuit. Some cowboys would just scratch when they drew the 11-year-old Brahma-Hereford. It wasn't that Tornado was particularly ill-tempered. Brown would tell you the bull didn't try to go after cowboys once they were thrown. It was simply that many believed Tornado couldn't be ridden at all.
"Tornado had such a reputation that most cowboys were thrown before they even got on him," says former state senator and Oklahoma Congressman Clem McSpadden, who managed the National Finals that year. "But the bull was at a point in its career where it was fit to be ridden. Freckles got on him, bore down and ended up riding him pretty easy."
Brown had always been regarded as a rodeo cowboy's cowboy. He realized it was impossible to defeat a bull physically, so he rode with intelligence. He was a boxer, so to speak, instead of a brawler. He functioned like a human gyroscope on the back of a Brahma. If he thought a bull might veer off hard to the left, Freckles leaned to the right to compensate. His brains-over-brawn style greatly influenced the art of bull riding.
Don Gay, eight-time world bull-riding champion, recalls being a teenager on the rodeo circuit with Brown. "He kept me from whinin' about being tired," says Gay. "He was older than any of us, and he was still up there winnin' the money. He was a good feller."
Injuries beset Brown throughout his career—broken ribs, collarbones and at least eight broken legs. "It seems like I'd just get to riding good and placing good, then—wham!—I'd break my leg," he said. Still, Brown persevered. In 1962 he won the world championship of bull riding, his only world title, but late that year he broke his neck and was briefly paralyzed on his right side.