Born to be wild

The begining

I step out of my old wood house hearing the sounds of the horses whining from the stable I sighed and slipped on a old shirt,jeans and a pair of old rubber boots that used to be blue but the mud and dirt got to them and now they look like a 3 grade painting project gone wrong. I let my long dark brown hair down and walk to the barn the sound of hoofs beating on the wood stall doors were loud it scared me first but it's probably whiskey being a moody pants like the mustang she is, I laughed at my own joke as I pulled open the doors of the stable and whiskey popped her head up and flutters her lips making a whining sound I tilted my head and said "Whiskey were you the one beating on the door", I laughed and looked around to see who else was up.Rusty the Morgan was poking his head out on the left and nutmeg,the old Belgium was poking her head out and neighing loudly on the left and one empty stall sat on the right with whiskey. I walked further in petting the three horses I refilled there water buckets and gave them there feed, giving nutmeg something in her food to help with her ageing. They all ate while I cleaned up,sweep the floors,clean the tack that need to be clean and got the sawdust ready for each stall.
I put each horse outside in the pasture and mucked the stalls putting new sawdust down, hey in each and took out the empty buckets. I herd a truck pull up whiskey lifted her head and nickers I walk out and see a red Honda stop and a guy hopped out I didn't recognize him at all, who was he, and what did he want he glances over at my horses and puts his hands in his jean pockets I speak up "who are you". I but the bundle of hey down and brush myself off he speaks. "I was you father's old ranch hand you must be his daughter", I paused as I was skeptical of this man "I am his daughter....why are you here for". He spoke "for you father's wish I am here to invite you to a English riding school." I was shocked a English riding school but I'm western and I never rode English before, "I'll think about the offer and get back to you" he nodded and said, "nutmeg looks great by the way and what happened to..um.Dixson" I sighed and said "he passed a while back". His reaction looked like he just done something bad "he was a good horse..he really was a champion back then". I laughed and took up the hey while he hopped back in his truck and left.

No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.

Winston Churchill