The longer you not act, recognize that your horse is facing more peril as those involved will get more brazen about what they are doing and how...
I cannot emphasize how very very true this is. It is a life's lesson that came to me way too late.
When the little things happening became frequent enough and obvious enough to not wave off as normal coincidence or just things that happen, I did not know for certain who the vandal was but somehow convinced myself that they would finally get the fun all done, get bored with it, and stop.
But that did not happen. When it got worse and affecting my safety, I began to clearly suspect who was involved. I did see the pattern of increasing vandalism that could not be easily ignored. And I did begin to wonder if the misdeeds could escalate to Hondo.
It was about this time that I began an earnest search for a way of relocating. I have followed the seasons in an RV for many years so relocating was no problem then, but with a horse, it's not so easy.
Every attempt was blocked until a little over a year ago when a realtor obtained a lender through a brokerage that would lend on manufactured homes. Found the one I'm in and did move.
An old old friend that had moved to a town near the ranch asked me if I thought they would follow me here. He had heard many horror stories about the ranch shortly after moving there. Seems everyone knew but me. He retired as supervisor for special investigators for a district attorney.
And they did follow me here, or people mesmerized by their overflowing charm. And now Hondo has I know been subjected to something much worse than just NSC founder.
I feel very guilty for continually adjusting my blinders to what was happening because I liked living and riding in the area where I was. But ya know what? I've never been in a place I didn't like. And where I am now is the same. So I have no excuse. I could have somehow found a way to leave, because when the problem affected Hondo, I did find a way.
The people I'm dealing with have a huge extended network of people that have no idea who these people really are. They can charm the socks off anyone they want, including me.
The longest running all male annual ride in the US ends at their ranch. For 74 years. An all ladies ride was started soon after and is still running. The people on the ranch that started the rides are all passed. But there are some on the rides that almost worship the ranch and will do anything asked. And they have many other connections they actively cultivate. It's bizarre.
There was even a man shot and killed by 3 of the ranch people and one wife in 1992. That's not long ago. The story I got from the ranch is much different that from a man I encountered who was the first on the scene and was an ex county deputy. He told me the facts.
I almost feel like I was and am living on an old western movie set where lawlessness abounds. But it's real.
So I have my work cut out. But I am finally fully awake. Hondo is showing the same progress of symptoms he did in March but hopefully if he makes it through again he will be alright this time. It'll be up to me.
What I have learned about people that do theses kinds of things is that they are similar to drug addicts in at least one way. The need more and mare to get their thrills. A repeat of what they have already done just doesn't provide the excitement they search for. Sadly, it's actually joy they search for, but that is an emotion they will likely never experience.
Hopefully, in the not too distant future, all four will be incarcerated.