| She didn't see me when I drove up; she's riding a new horse I saw. She was riding slow circles and talking to him, indoors 'cause the weather was raw. I leaned over the gate and asked her a few questions; she sized me as we talked. She rode threw the pattern while talking to me, real slow just at a trot and a walk Said the horse she was riding was coming a 3, her mom owned it a couple of years. He hunted boogers when she first started him, but she'd 'bout conquered all his fears, She didn't know much about his breeding, but she said this rascal can run. And slide and turn, and leave that last barrel, like a bullet leaving a gun. She talked a good story-knew the right words-talked pockets, and ratings and leads. Said he had a good mouth and really good mind, just everything a barrel horse needs. I finally asked her if she'd like to sell him; she said not till the futurities are done. Then she asked me as I was leaving, if I'd like to see her make a fast run. Well the first barrel was nearly perfect and, the second and third just the same. As she raced around three feed tubs in the haul of the barn, four years old on a stick horse of wood! |
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