Jacelyn: A broken spirit
Clean bleach-white saddle pads, the smell of saddle soap, clean show ponies. These are a few of my favorite things. I contently sat on the tack box my parents had given me on my 12th birthday, one year after I purchased my first horse: Ted. I drank a soda.
I recognized that voice--my trainer's.
My trainer--Tory, sprinted into the barn
"He isn't in the field"
She was speaking of my horse-- Chance
"Yeah... I went down to bring him in since his stomach was acting up and he wasn't eating so I didn't want him on grass & I thought you might want to ride him and when I got done there he wasn't there"
"OK OK.. Let's go" I said.
I took off towards his pasture. I looked at the heard of horses
I mumbled "Ginger, Sierra, Kasey, Digger, Ako, Teddy, Tina"
I kept looking, scanning the field.
"He probably just wandered somewhere around here"
"I'll grab Ginger & you take Sierra" she said.
We tacked them up and trotted them around the farm.
Not only was it the first day of summer but my first day of my job at Compan Stables.
It is a huge stable with at least 50 horses from all sizes, ages, disciplines, & so on. It is located on a 100 acre lots--mostly trails. But many acres of luscious green grass for the horses to graze on.
Will finish later.