After making the rounds of producers and casting agents, Sally finally made a successful contact. The stuntwoman and aspiring actress was offered a speaking role in a feature-length Western. The first day’s script called for Sally to be thrown from a horse into a clump of cacti. On the second day she had to jump from a cliff into a raging river and swim to shore.
On day three Sally was slapped around by the villain, and the director—a stickler for realism—reshot the scene five times. On the fourth day her boot caught in a stirrup, and a runaway horse dragged her two miles. Somehow she managed to limp to the producer’s trailer. “Listen,” she gasped. “Who do I have to fuck to get out of this picture?”
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