Gabriel
Isaiah was so focused and intense, it was almost comical. He had made up his mind and now he was determined to learn everything.
He hung on to the saddle for dear life at first as we started a slow stroll along the edge of the golf course. But after a few minutes he seemed to get used to the rhythmic swaying of the horse, and he loosened up a little. By the time we were on our way back to the barn he only had one hand on the horn, and he was leaning forward to stroke Kansas’s neck and scratch under his mane. He didn’t talk. Isaiah wasn’t a chatterbox like some of the other kids. I had the feeling that he was inside his head, thinking hard about things.
We returned to the yard, and Jeanie showed him how to dismount, but I helped lower him to the ground so that he wouldn’t jar th
