Driving home from the feed store on a back
road, easing my foot from the gas pedal, the
three-quarter-ton truck coasts slower. Ahead,
a teenage girl riding a horse in shorts and a
helmet. The tomboy-girl twisted around but
dismissed me, only a gray-haired woman in a
farm truck. Would she want someone better to
see her, a boy or maybe a farmer with a roving
eye? Her bay gelding stood square, his neck
arched, as she searched the road. Steering wide,
remembering the warm feel of a dark horse on a
sunny afternoon; the breeze lifting his mane to
my bare knee. They won’t see you as I do, young
rider, your wild beauty will intimidate pedestrians.
Nodding to her as I pass, two wheels bump onto
the asphalt again, shifting the bags of feed in back.
Anna Blake for Relaxed & Forward
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