"So your not into horses?" Colt asked me when I caught up. I wrinkled my nose and shook my head.
"So what are you into?" He asked
"Music mostly, I have a band back home...or, I did."
"Do you play an instrument?"
"Yeah, gutar. I sing too."
They rode in an awquard silence for a few minutes and Taylia and Ben started trailing behind. Taylia kicked Ben. No Response. Kicked him again. Nothing. Frustrated, she smacked him in the butt with the reins and caught up again.
"So you're really into this horse stuff?" She asked. Colt smiled and nodded. "You have a horse?"
"No, that's why I asked your dad if he needed another hand. I used to have a horse. His name was Storm. He was a Troroughbred, dapple grey, really big- about 16.3 hands."
'smile and nod,' I thought 'Just smile and nod'
"I went to gymkhanas and rodeo's with him and we were doing really good... Then, there wa the accident. We were trailoring to a rodeo to do some roping when we crossed an intersection and someone sped the red light into our trailor."
"That's horrible! Were you guys okay?" I gasped
"Me and my dad were fine, a little confused for a second, but we weren't hurt. Storm wasn't that fortunate."
"What happened?" I asked quietly.
"I don't..really like talking about it..."
"I'm so sorry." I said sympathetically. He shook his head,
"It was years ago."
"But you're still riding?"
"Well, I am now aren't I? Plus, I told your dad I'd help him with these rescues that are coming in,"
"What rescues are you guys talking about, 'cause, really, I haven't reard 'bout any rescues since dad mentioned it in the barn." I said with a shrug.
"Oh. Your family is taking horses from the rescue barn. They are filling up fast. Lots of these horses are extremely beat up or traumatized and your family is going to help them. I said I'd help you help them." He explained pointing a finger at me.
"Sounds dangerous. When are we getting these horses?"
"As many as the center gives us."
"Oh." At this point we reached the creek running through the forest. I had seen Kemo go through water many times before but Ben hates it. They took the wooden bridge over it because they had saddles on as well and they probably shouldn't get the leather wet.
**TO BE CONTINUED!!!**