My father pointed to the corral. “You see that dappled gray? I’d like it if you’d throw a saddle on his back today.”
I queried. “Where’d you get the horse? He’s ugly as can be. Has he ever worn a saddle, and if no, he’s not for me.”
My father said, “I’m not too sure, but just you never mind. I’ve got a feeling ‘bout this horse. I’d say he’s one good find!”
I slipped on his old hackamore with reins tied in a knot. The first part came real easy. For sure I had him caught.
I brushed him down then placed a saddle pad upon his back. His eyes were getting bigger. He was planning his attack.
I put the saddle on the pad and moved it up a bit. Then pulled the cinch up to his gut. That’s when he threw a fit!
He jumped straight up. I’d say six feet, then came down buckin’ strong. I never knew an ornery cuss could kick and buck so long.
That fightin’ piece of horse flesh paused. I took a step his way. But the dappled gray old gelding wasn’t finished with his fray.
He finally stopped and looked around, still snortin’, blowin’ snot. I reached and pulled the saddle off. Another lesson taught.
I asked my father, “What’d you pay?” He said, “I got him free.” I said, “For him that’s still too much if it were up to me!”
He said, “I knew that horse was trouble. And now he’s proved me right. Too bad he’s not a keeper. He sure put up a fight.”
I guess I kind of chuckled ‘bout my father’s change of heart. He usually had good horse sense, but was wrong right from the start.
I’m not so sure what happed to the ornery dappled gray. Do horses buck in Hades? Bet that’s where he went to stay.