When I was Six months old I was being led around by Master without my dam. Like my dam I had a name, it was Cowboy. Master said many times that he liked my long,thick, strong legs. He also liked the size of my head, neck, and back. Master had decided to start me early. He would come out and rub my back with a rough blanket. Then he used a softer blanket and he would throw it over my back and take it off. Soon he would throw it on my back, leave it there and walk me around. The first couple times I bucked but I soon got used to it. After weeks of this turned to months he got a different blanket. This one had a rope attached to it. After he threw it onto my back he would wrap the rope around my belly. Every time he did this I bucked, squealed, and took off galloping across the pen. After he had patiently worked with me at this for nearly a month I stopped bucking and galloping, but I still squealed. I didn't understand the meaning or purpose of any of it at first.
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Horse Diaries #1: An Old Horses Mission **Finished**
Short StoryThis is a story told completly through the eyes of a Horse. Cowboy was born to be a roper. But what happens when he's retired and finds himself with a young teenage girl? Read all about their adventures in this diary. Completed
