Lucy and Cash were ridden in the bright morning. They walked along enjoyably, and eventually they roped the dummy and played around. Cash had decided to hold a love for roping the dummy. He was always where he needed to be, but he goofed off in his own ways. He chewed on the rope and chewed on the dummy while ropes were pulled.
After a bit of time a truck would pull in. They were holding a trade. It was the woman’s first experience with trading things other than horses, and the little girl was as thrilled as her. She ran through the house and the tack room building a trade pile. Stuffed animals, some reins and an old pair of baby spurs made an interesting collection on the table.
The couple made their own pile on the back of a pickup. It included some old halters and headstalls. A breast collar and a couple knifes sat alongside the others. It wasn’t just a trade expected though. One of the guests was a chiropractor with a style from Old Mexico.
Two horses were scheduled. Cash and Lucy had drawn the lucky straws. Once they arrived Cash was brought out first. She found he was in bad shape, as they had wondered with his tendency to lose his balance and the way he carried his neck. His poll and neck were out, and when she came to his ribs she found bigger issues. Cash didn’t appreciate her experienced hands, and it took the man and the woman on each end to keep her safe. He tried kicking her and he tried biting her.
The couple had seen her work before, and knew she was particularly talented. Cash although had missed the memo, and he was angry. She asked, “What did you do to this horse?” She hadn’t seen many like him before. He walked out a different horse when she finished. Everything had been out. He held himself proudly and moved out strong. The confusion of his dislike of the new woman who made him feel better played out on his expression.
Lucy went more smoothly, but she also was insulted at each bit of pain experienced. Her back was out, and it had shown itself a bother throughout her time. Her ribs filled back in and she also walked away strongly.
As the trading commenced, the little girl found herself the new owner of a silver snaffle. She was so excited, and happily gave her reins and old baby spurs. She also traded the stuffed animals for a knife. Trading was her new favorite activity.
The older girl stayed back from the trading. It wasn’t something that appealed to her, although she enjoyed roping the dummy with all of the kids. The woman traded for a bit and headstall, and the man also made a few exchanges. Everyone was happy with their new piles, and they discussed trading a few more items for more chiropractor work.
Bones reacted differently to her touch. He had issues from having worn an oversized saddle, and as she worked him back into place he accepted the pain. He noticed the relief quickly, and his loving expression was easily portrayed. He nuzzled her between cracks, and his big eyes were soft.
Beamer tended towards distrust. He looked at her with his eyes wide and head high. Why would she touch him? His touchiness made his skin crawl as he tried to stand, but anxiety had him jumping away. However, when she cracked his bad areas, like Bones he realized the relief she offered. His distrust continued, but he stood stoically. When she finished his eyes softened and he moved gracefully as in his younger days. She was who turned him loose, and his eyes softened as though he knew her all along. He refused to leave her when she shooed him along. He was very pleased with her work.
It would be interesting to see how they felt as a bit of time passed. The woman wondered if Cash would pick his feet up higher and maintain his balance better.
Am I not your own donkey, which you have always ridden, to this day? Have I been in the habit of doing this to you? - Balaam’s Donkey