Two Horses

So my last blog was too heavy, I hear ya.It was for me too but life goes on even with a foot in your mouth,a knife in your back, and a hole in your heart. So here is something funny,light and airy to calm the dust.

When I was in 4th grade about we lived in the back woods town of Frasier,Idaho. My step dad had Horses, 6 I think?

I had to water them every morning at 6am,ugghh. But,I got to ride Fleata whenever I liked. She was my step sisters barrel racing horse. She was old and stubborn but easy to ride and saddle up.

My pal Bobbi lived a mile or so away from my house on a big farm. She had a horse. A big,black,beautiful,movie type horse. She rode him bare back and held on to the mane,she would come to my house to pick me up and I would hang on to her for dear life all the way back to her house. I so wanted to be like her, except with a saddle on my horse. One day I saddled Fleata up and we were going riding on our own. Problem,Fleata's son Bear was one of the 6 horses. Little did I know since I never left the house without my family on a ride, she would not leave the property of our home without him.

I tried for what seemed like hours to get her to go, but she was not having it. So I went and got Bear, tied a rope to his bridel and off we went to Bobbi's house.Me and my two horses,took us about an hour to get there. Nothing like usual 20 minute bareback trip on Black Beauty to my house and back. No, this was a trail ride of fun on the prairie with just me and my two horses.Every time I went somewhere this was how I had to go, so I think I only did it once or twice after that. Thinking back, I do miss that dumb old stubborn horse and her son. She certainly taught me a lesson in patience,never leaving your kids behind, and much more than I could ever explain.