The sky was getting darker.
Heavy Clouds were blowing in with the wind.
The 2 fillies fidgeted, swishing their tails.
The old mare dozed idly by.
The little bay filly loped lazy circles, licking her lips.
She stopped, turned, facing her rider.
Following her movements.
She was taken outside and saddled.
A little jumpy on the off side.
But still a quiet eye and a low head.
Standing quiet.
Off again to the arena.
With only 15 rides, the bay is coming along nicely.
Tighten the cinch, pet her head down.
Snaffle easily accepted, halter hung on the fence.
The girl and the horse move around, all is quiet and calm.
Left hand on the reins, right hand on the horn.
Left foot in the stirrup.
Right leg slowly swung over her back.
No monsters here.
Right toe slipping into the stirrup when all is no longer quiet and calm.
The bay filly breaks in two.
The girl sucks her legs into her, but the tighter she grips the harder the filly bucks.
One rein is gone, the short backed filly jumps one way then the other.
The girl is all over the place.
Knowing the ground is coming soon with only 1 stirrup.
Finally she gives up, falling on her shoulder and head.
Was she stepped on or kicked?
She doesn't know.
Dazed from impact.
Th filly continues her trashy onslaught.
Stepping on the reins, jerking herself to a stop.
The girl calmly approaches.
The filly lets her slip the bridle off.
Barely had she stepped away before the filly wildly takes off again.
Seriously offended and light on her back end.
There's a first for everything and the little bay made her first fit a good one.
Hurt and foggy the girl looks at her dog, thankful there's only 1 more filly left to ride.
XO Loves,
Me
