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Dad's Love proven.

In which I disobey Dad and nearly die before rescue

Dad was a very special person to me. Here are a couple of special stories about Dad that tell you about our relationship. The first story is one set in the deep snows of a spring blizzard. We had about 4 foot of snow on the level with more in drifts. Afte...

Gidealis Enigma Chapter 15

Demi meets the ghost of his mother with an important message

Chapter 15 A Gypsy Trick Sada has a strange vision as we ride out of the village. It’s getting ready to rain. Iris and we wrap ourselves tighter in our cloaks, but the prophet does not seem to notice the cold weather. She looks straight in front of her, t...

The first time I saw Spotty, there were half a dozen kids on her back, and she was walking slowly around in circles. My friend Chris was crying, actually not crying but oozing. He was allergic to horses. He loved to ride, but it turned his face into a puf...

“Betcha,” the old man said. “No way. You always win.” said my mom. “Come on, you get Drummer if you win, and I get Sunny if I win,” Lee said. “OK,” Eloise said. Lee won his daughter’s horse. #### Mom and I drove up to the house and my uncle Jim was roachi...

My mom worked for a saddle maker who made a halter, designed for a bull, out of thick leather and heavy D-rings. Sunny was tied to the back of the F100. Mom sized a shoe against Sunny’s foot. She went back in the shop and beat it to the right shape. I was...

I was a second grader. I had a fuzzy white puppy. It was a snarling fist-sized ball of sharp teeth. Three riders trotted in the driveway. My mom rode Sunny, a big golden palomino, up to me. “Do you want to ride him?” she asked. “Yes.” She boosted me up an...

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Answering the Breeze

The wind begs us to play

A warm breeze buffets my hair and face. It first invites, then challenges a response. The breeze calls to my horse. It tugs at his mane and plays with his tail. He tosses his head and beseeches me to reply. His hooves tap impatiently at the earth. I sit s...

Three girls were sitting in the gap between the roof and wall of a shed, holding barn cats. Pat, the oldest, mouthed “One, two, three,” and they dropped the cats onto the backs of three of the horses that were standing below. This wasn’t random mischief o...

My Omni

a story about a girl and her horse

The first time I met her, I followed a herd of adults out into a green pasture. I ignored their dull talking. We were introduced, and her twenty-some-year-old daughter was there. Omni was pretty, even though she was old; all of her hair had turned white....

I wasn't old enough to be in school yet. I worshiped my Aunt Missy, who fought forest fires in the summer. I followed her everywhere. I was given a silver hard-hat she had been issued by forestry. I wore it everywhere.I wore it as she invited me up on a h...

The Snag

A burned tree, that looked like a wizard, was removed to clean the land.

The snag on the corner looked like a wizard. The tree was a part of hedge of green poplars that had been planted long ago by Old Man Tolkie, a Norwegian ship-builder who had lived near here in a house with a roof that was shaped like a ship's bow. The tre...

My mare had a colt. I named him Dhatu Senu after a fifteenth century Sri Lankian king I read about in a National Geographic. Dhatu put his nose in a porcupine. Horses do that from time to time because a walking porcupine kinda sounds like someone shaking...