She stood at the gate and nickered. I haltered my Arabian mare; led her to the horsetrailer; tied her loosely and brushed her clean. I put on her favorite fleece bottom saddle pad; saddled her with a new saddle and her favorite fleece lined cinch; bridled her with her favorite bridle – a hackamore — “Ahhh!” her body relaxed into the new saddle. I mounted and she walked quietly out the driveway, down the road, and into the harvested wheat field. We two danced as one in figure 8’s, spins, circles and straight lines in the shadows cast by the Autumn Setting Sun.
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