Jeanie
Shiloh, Kansas and Freight Train were now clean, with newly trimmed feet and fresh shoes. They were still shedding out their winter coats, but at least now they were presentable. I’d been taking them out on nice easy rides to get them into shape, as well as helping Maria exercise and condition the other horses in my free time. I was quickly learning which ones were beginner and child friendly, and which ones required experienced riders.
And I had a hand-print sized bruise on my hip from the spill I had taken off a spook-happy thoroughbred who was aptly named, “Crackers.”
Needless to say, Crackers would not be included in my therapy program.
“Hey!” Maria popped into my office. “I’ve got to go up to the ranch to look at a new batch of horses. Do you have time to join me?”
I look
