(A couple weeks ago)
The woman had been sick, and so when the phone rang her intention was to ignore it and go back to sleep. When she saw the number though she decided to answer. The number belonged to her childhood friend, the cowboy who had taken Keno. He rarely called her anymore, although they maintained a friendship it had changed as they grew.
“I have a question for you,” he asked her quickly enough. “Would you be interested in Lil Paint’s colt? I would like to give him to you in return for the gelding you gave to us. He’s out of my stud, and he should be a really good colt.” The woman was taken aback. “I’d love to say yes, but first I would have to talk to my husband and maybe my dad too. I don’t know what they would think about that.” Her mind wandered. With Pete gone they now had the place for the addition of the colt, but what would everyone think?
Lil Paint was a character of the woman’s youth. As teenagers the woman and her friend were often together. Lil Paint was like she sounded, an exceptionally flashy little sorrel paint filly at the time. Her friend was starting the filly, and he brought her to have lessons with her father. Lil Paint bucked consistently every day. The woman, who was a girl at the time, would sit on her own mare and laugh as they threw dirt around the arena, Lil Paint squealing and the boy riding her pretty.
As the filly grew into a mare and the boy began also to grow, he showed the flashy young mare in a cowhorse competition. The mare had never seen town, and she set off into a runaway at the beginning of the class. The judge climbed the fence in shear panic and once the class was over the boy was teased relentlessly about the mess of a run. The mare continued to grow alongside the boy, and she proved herself to be loyal and as big hearted as horses came.
The boy married and had children of his own, and Lil Paint continued with him. The stud horse came along sometime after. He was a
fancy looking animal, with high socks and talent seeping from every move he made. He was over aggressive and possessed a sort of light personality, almost laughing and playing with the man who rode him.
The woman called her husband and told him what her friend proposed. “Take him if you’d like,” he responded with a touch of excitement. Her father surprised her with only happiness over the idea. “This is a horse with real potential!” The thought of the little colt called HeiHei and the way things worked out had the woman dancing around the house.
Her husband sat with her that night and explained that he would like to have the first two years with the colt. The woman hesitated only momentarily, and in her pause she realized what a gift he was offering to her. HeiHei would come and bring with him a new excitement. He would give the man a colt who needed worked alongside the woman with Cash and the girls with their horses. Eventually the woman would be again likely given a chance to play a game she loved, but she’d have a broke horse to begin teaching.
HeiHei would picture the start to a new chapter. The new season in the family was one of promise and excitement. The girls were now older and had changed much and continued to evolve. The couple were growing beside them in the way of adults.
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