I should have known when I caught Gypsie that she wasn’t pleased. She tried to run from me when I went to get her, and she never does that. She tried to move away when I went to bridle her. I walked, trotted, and cantered her around my great uncles yard a few times before we left and she didn’t buck, so I figured we were good.
Whitney, her friend Megan, and I rode about two and a half miles. Whitney rode her mum’s horse Patch, Megan rode my great uncles horse Buttercup, and I, of course, rode Gypsie. All the horses were doing pretty good. We’d done a little trotting and cantering, not much, but some… and Whitney wanted to ride Gypsie. I was ok with it… Gypsie hadn’t really acted up… and Whitney has always been able to handle her, so I let her.
Bad move on my part.
After Whitney got on, she asked Gypsie to trot, and Gyps grabbed the side of the hackamore between her teeth and took off completely, heading back towards the house as fast as she could go and leaving me, Megan, Buttercup, and Patch in the dust.
We met back up with Whitney about half a mile from my house. She was leading Gypsie. Whitney told us that Gypsie had refused to stop or slow down and at the bottom of the hill, Whit had started to slip sideways and Gypsie bucked. It threw her off in the ditch and she’d landed on her shoulder and arm. She’d gotten back up, went and caught Gypsie, and, upset, had popped her good with the reins and Gypsie reared up, picked Whitney up (she was holding the reins short), and knocked her off her feet. We’re not sure, but we think that Whitney’s shoulder may be dislocated and her wrist is sprained pretty bad… and she lost her cell phone. She’s going to the doctor in a few hours.