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Cashman, Zeus, Queen and a little roan horse
It was a beautiful evening, when after dinner the man asked the woman to go catch horses. She had already ridden them earlier, working on the new calves with the filly, but she put down the book she was reading, and jumped to the chance. The girl asked if she could ride with them, but only as far as her grandparents’ house, for she wanted to do arena work.
On the ride down they enjoyed the beauty around them. Coming to the pivot, it was spraying in the road, and a deep puddle had formed. “I’m going,” the man hollered as he ran through, trying to miss the spray of the end guns. The woman felt for her nerves, and asked to filly to trot through. The two did not miss the spray, but the filly enjoyed water and seemed excited for the coolness of it.
The girl came after them, half soaked, and she dropped the extra cinch she carried. She went back, jumping off the little yellow horse in the puddle to retrieve the now wet thing. She was taking it to her grandfather. It was a shorter mohair cinch, pretty patterned, that was good for starting colts and riding smaller horses. Nothing at their house needed it any longer, until the day Oakley would grow up enough to start.
The girl’s grandfather was starting his little roan colt. He received the colt in a trade for his roan horse. He was the same age as the fancy filly, but taking his time to grow. They dropped the girl and the cinch, and talked for a moment, before heading out to the dirt roads.
The filly was happy to stretch out her legs next to the giant horse, and they loped a few miles before turning and trotting back home. The big horse was sweated up, but the filly was in decent shape and dry, wishing they would continue to lope longer.
When they came back into the yard, the girl was working on gymkhana events and the colt was saddled in the round pen. They stopped and watched the colt, who was a fancy sight. He could slide and spin, and fly backwards with his head gathered fancy, although he had yet to be ridden.
They visited for a time, when the colt had finished his lesson. They all laughed at how Queen had grown up suddenly, next to the little animal. The woman’s mother laughed at how much bigger she now was than the yellow horse, and her father laughed that she was wider than the big horse.
They discussed using the big horse to pony the colt, and when they led them beside each other the woman laughed at how massive the colt made him look.
On the way home, they took the time to appreciate the green around them, and the cool mist coming from the pivot. The woman smiled at the rainbow it created, and the birds floating ahead of them.
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It was a beautiful evening, when after dinner the man asked the woman to go catch horses. She had already ridden them earlier, working on the new calves with the filly, but she put down the book she was reading, and jumped to the chance. The girl asked if she could ride with them, but only as far as her grandparents’ house, for she wanted to do arena work.
On the ride down they enjoyed the beauty around them. Coming to the pivot, it was spraying in the road, and a deep puddle had formed. “I’m going,” the man hollered as he ran through, trying to miss the spray of the end guns. The woman felt for her nerves, and asked to filly to trot through. The two did not miss the spray, but the filly enjoyed water and seemed excited for the coolness of it.
The girl came after them, half soaked, and she dropped the extra cinch she carried. She went back, jumping off the little yellow horse in the puddle to retrieve the now wet thing. She was taking it to her grandfather. It was a shorter mohair cinch, pretty patterned, that was good for starting colts and riding smaller horses. Nothing at their house needed it any longer, until the day Oakley would grow up enough to start.
The girl’s grandfather was starting his little roan colt. He received the colt in a trade for his roan horse. He was the same age as the fancy filly, but taking his time to grow. They dropped the girl and the cinch, and talked for a moment, before heading out to the dirt roads.
The filly was happy to stretch out her legs next to the giant horse, and they loped a few miles before turning and trotting back home. The big horse was sweated up, but the filly was in decent shape and dry, wishing they would continue to lope longer.
When they came back into the yard, the girl was working on gymkhana events and the colt was saddled in the round pen. They stopped and watched the colt, who was a fancy sight. He could slide and spin, and fly backwards with his head gathered fancy, although he had yet to be ridden.
They visited for a time, when the colt had finished his lesson. They all laughed at how Queen had grown up suddenly, next to the little animal. The woman’s mother laughed at how much bigger she now was than the yellow horse, and her father laughed that she was wider than the big horse.
They discussed using the big horse to pony the colt, and when they led them beside each other the woman laughed at how massive the colt made him look.
On the way home, they took the time to appreciate the green around them, and the cool mist coming from the pivot. The woman smiled at the rainbow it created, and the birds floating ahead of them.
