Bones and Lucy
When they tied horses up on this morning the moon was full, and it cast enough light that shadows could be seen. The woman thought it was one of her favorite times to saddle. The air held a chill, and she was grateful that her daughter harvested all of the still green tomatoes the night before.
The woman wasn’t picked up for work until the girls had left on the school bus. The drive to where they would start was long. Usually horses came out of long trailer rides with good attitudes.
Bones and the woman tended to work on a compromise. Either one could be cranky, but never should it be both. Today was an exception. Even with the edge both displayed, they noticed the beauty they rode into. Jackrabbits stood to watch the riders, and antelope crossed their path, stopping with their curiosity evident.
Lucy was also hot, maybe the moon was to blame. In the beginning Bones was distracted, rushing he fell hard into a badger hole. The woman knocked against the saddle horn and the air left her lungs. Although she caught her air quickly, her back had been bothering her and it complained. Each time Bones jumped the brush it tightened. The woman joked to everyone that she was practicing becoming an eventer. Only Bones knew of her edge.
He was lonely. He worried over the other riders when they separated. At one point the woman barely pulled him out of his tantrum when he began running backwards setting up to buck. Lucy took a few jumps herself over her own frustration at being pressed to leave the others.
When they brought the cows into the corral to separate the pairs Bones shined. He loved that job, and even his bad attitude couldn’t truly withstand his desire to work. The only residual effect of his temper was a bit of nervousness. He knew how to provide just the right amount of pressure to separate a cow from her calf. He loved when one would argue with him. Even the woman couldn’t quite hold her edge at the fun of his agility.
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