Reining For My Horse's Life

Chapter 2

"Dad.... Obama let horse slaughter reopen?" I asked, hardly able to get a whisper out. 

"December last year he did, but not in Texas and Illonois, but we live in Tennesse, I bet mom is cursing the slaughter up in Heaven." My dad replied. "They saw the horses they like Amber.."  

"They will not take my horse! None of them will die! Its like choosing which of your children die!" I exclaimed.  

"Cath, we have the money, but ever since mom died, theres been a issue with money. The horses are being fed cheap stuff. " Amanda told me.

"They looked at the horses and liked Amberello and Plaid, but they said they will not take the horses under one condition, that all our horses makes it to national competetions and gets at least bronze." My dad replied.  

"Our horses don't know much about showing except Fox Trots and Amberello, Plaid is just a unique plamino you named since he is like a plaid shirt, unique... Like all horses." I snapped tearing up. I ran out the back door barefoot followed by Cinderpelt.  

I ran down the hard,old, thick wood barn floors pounding hard. The horses knew something was wrong and did not move a muscle as I ran. I reached the tack room and sat in my hidden spot. It was a accident the builders made by putting in a large five by five squared out dent that we hid behind some old western saddles.  

Cinderpelt saw me crying and came in and sat in my lap.  

"Cinders they can't take away my horse, they just can't!" I cried into her soft fur. She replied with a mew and licked my cheek.  

"Cinders lets go visit the horses."I told my cat lifting her up on a saddle and getting up, she started batting at the latigo straps on the saddle. It was Amberello's old saddle from our first show, then hanging off the horn was my Bailey 2X Tombstone cowboy hat. "I thought I lost it! Dad must've found it! But its more of a dirty gray then pecan colored." I chuckled putting the hat on. I opened the tack room door and walked out and rushed down to Amberello. He nudged my face and sniffed for some peppermints.  

"Don't got mints for you buddy, is the Rambo jacket too big? Your neck piece is upside down. I'll get the Saxon jacket, common lets get you on the ties." I told Amberello, the unlocked his stall and grabbed his green leather halter. Apprently you can make leather cool colors.  

After clipping the ties onto the halter's metal rings that I could never remember the name of even though its easy, I took off the Rambo jacket and put on the yellow Saxon jacket. "All better." I said after giving Amberello a kiss on the forelock. He stood a good fifteen and a quarter hands. "No slaughter house will take anyone from out barn." I told Amberello, who nickered in agreement as I lead him back to the stall after I picked his hooves. Then I locked his stall and trotted back to the house, with a perfect plan.