Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: southern Arizona
No, it was our combined shadow. Not me above her or behind her head. She was used to that. She was already green broke. She had been ridden a number of times. At noon, without any shadow.
She knew what HER shadow looked like, but not OURS. Yet every time she spun to face the threat, the shadow of my body hit her neck, so the shadow went back to what she had always seen. Then we would turn sideways, and the shadow changed to our combined shadow.
There was no doubt about what she was looking at.
Riders ask "How?" Horsemen ask "Why?"