Life is good. I take part time jobs to help out with money. It bring smiles at dinner with my Mom and sister. Mom got sick, so I focus more on working. When Mom died I coped day by day. When my sister got married she suggested I move away. It...
I would have guessed it was nearly midday. The horse just stopped following and keeping up with the other one.
The man stopped his horse and got off. After he grabbed the short leads of my horse, I jumped off it.
He tells me that I really do have poor rider skills. I am so stiff that the horse is tired after just several hours. Probably now too tired to carry the damsel.
I suggest that simply lead the horse while I am on foot. That would give the horse time to rest, and I should be able to keep the pace. He adds a longer strap to the lead for me to hold on to.
I really found myself feeling an equal joy in running at front and beside the horse.
A gallop has a soothing meter as a pattern of sound and the horse is a more beautiful and fluid creature without the weight of a rider. It becomes a bit dreamy. The nice day. A breeze in your face. A path of easy to manage soil among trees and meadows. Clouds become smaller and elongated as the day goes on.
I think the horse must agree because it sometimes lets loose with rear leg kicks and head shaking.
When we get to a fork in the path, the man jumps down again and ties the horse to a tree.
In what you could call and authoritative tone, he tells me: "This is what comes of letting a horse have a light load. They get 'playful'. Where fun means running off or knocking riders off with tree branches."
Once again, I find myself in a mild unsettled mood about this guy.
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