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Authors: Lynetta Halat
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unless I want him plowing over me. I step out of his way with a smirk that he immediately returns. He opens the door with a creak, reaches in without looking, and produces an eight-track. “What’s this?” he asks with a gleam in his eye.
Glancing down, my grin widens before I bring my eyes back to his. He's just too cocky. I have to take him down a notch. “Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Bayou Country ,” I answer through my smile , knowing full well he’s holding Lynyrd Skynyrd's first album in his hand.
He looks down quickly to see if he’s made a mistake, and I burst out laughing. “Ah, you’re good, Denver.” He shakes the eight-track at me. “You had me thinking my game was off.” He laughs with me as he replaces Lynyrd Skynyd in its rightful slot. “What are you doing out here so early?” He closes his door and reaches around me to pull out a new horse blanket from the bed of his truck.
Placing my sunglasses on the top of my head, I look up at him. “I came to ride some and visit with my horses before practice. You?”
“Same.”
“Bull riders don’t need horses, Ransom,” I joke.
“True, but I board my horse here so that I can ride whenever I want.”
“Ah, I understand.”
“I bet you do,” he says with a nod. “So a 1971 F-100, huh?” he asks as he pats my truck.
“Yep, what year’s yours?”
“Same.”
“I figured. They look identical.”
“Yours sure is souped up,” he says with a whistle as he looks her over.
“Yeah, my dad fixed her up for me, and I drove her back here from Mississippi.”
His eyes narrow with doubt. “By yourself?”
“Uh, yeah. Look, I’m gonna get my horses saddled up, all right?” Ransom nods and walks with me to the barn.
I breathe deeply when we hit the barn. The sweet smell of clover and manure and horse sweat may sound disgusting to some, but it sings home to me. Ransom ducks down one hall while I keep going straight. I click my tongue as I get closer to Liberty’s and Indy’s stalls. It doesn’t take long for their heads to poke out when they recognize my voice. “Hey, pretty girls,” I coo at them. “Did y’all miss me?” Their heads move up and down in rapid succession, reminding me of bobble head dolls since that’s all I can see of them. “I missed y’all too.”
Taking a few minutes with each of my girls, I pat them down, check their hooves, and chat them up some. “Who wants to go for a ride this morning, huh?” I decide to take Indy out since I’d ridden Liberty most recently, and she would be getting most of the practice today anyway. She was not going to be happy at being left behind.
After getting Indy saddled up, I lead her back through the barn and out into the yard. The owner had sort of shown me around when I dropped my horses off, but I’m not really sure how long the trails are or where they lead. That thrills me to no end because I can’t wait to get out there when we don’t have practice so I can explore. A quick ride would have to suffice today. Putting my foot in the stirrup, I pull myself up and swing my leg over Indy just as Ransom comes walking out with his beast of a jet-black horse, the white star between his eyes in stark contrast to the shiny darkness of his coat. He is one of the proudest, most beautiful horses I’ve seen in a long time.
Of course, the thrill-seeking, bull rider John Ransom rides a stallion. I ask, “How many hands tall? He’s massive.”
“He’s about 16.”
“A little over, I think.” He just nods at me. “Hey, stud, what’s your name?”
Ransom laughs as his horse starts nodding at me. “Watch out. He’s a flirt.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
Stopping a good distance away, Ransom calls his name and tells him to be still. “Ah, Night as in dark or Knight as in warrior?” I ask.
“Warrior,” he says as he swings into the saddle. I have to take a deep breath to calm my erratic heart when he throws his leg over the powerfully muscled animal.
“I like it.
Glancing down, my grin widens before I bring my eyes back to his. He's just too cocky. I have to take him down a notch. “Creedence Clearwater Revival’s Bayou Country ,” I answer through my smile , knowing full well he’s holding Lynyrd Skynyrd's first album in his hand.
He looks down quickly to see if he’s made a mistake, and I burst out laughing. “Ah, you’re good, Denver.” He shakes the eight-track at me. “You had me thinking my game was off.” He laughs with me as he replaces Lynyrd Skynyd in its rightful slot. “What are you doing out here so early?” He closes his door and reaches around me to pull out a new horse blanket from the bed of his truck.
Placing my sunglasses on the top of my head, I look up at him. “I came to ride some and visit with my horses before practice. You?”
“Same.”
“Bull riders don’t need horses, Ransom,” I joke.
“True, but I board my horse here so that I can ride whenever I want.”
“Ah, I understand.”
“I bet you do,” he says with a nod. “So a 1971 F-100, huh?” he asks as he pats my truck.
“Yep, what year’s yours?”
“Same.”
“I figured. They look identical.”
“Yours sure is souped up,” he says with a whistle as he looks her over.
“Yeah, my dad fixed her up for me, and I drove her back here from Mississippi.”
His eyes narrow with doubt. “By yourself?”
“Uh, yeah. Look, I’m gonna get my horses saddled up, all right?” Ransom nods and walks with me to the barn.
I breathe deeply when we hit the barn. The sweet smell of clover and manure and horse sweat may sound disgusting to some, but it sings home to me. Ransom ducks down one hall while I keep going straight. I click my tongue as I get closer to Liberty’s and Indy’s stalls. It doesn’t take long for their heads to poke out when they recognize my voice. “Hey, pretty girls,” I coo at them. “Did y’all miss me?” Their heads move up and down in rapid succession, reminding me of bobble head dolls since that’s all I can see of them. “I missed y’all too.”
Taking a few minutes with each of my girls, I pat them down, check their hooves, and chat them up some. “Who wants to go for a ride this morning, huh?” I decide to take Indy out since I’d ridden Liberty most recently, and she would be getting most of the practice today anyway. She was not going to be happy at being left behind.
After getting Indy saddled up, I lead her back through the barn and out into the yard. The owner had sort of shown me around when I dropped my horses off, but I’m not really sure how long the trails are or where they lead. That thrills me to no end because I can’t wait to get out there when we don’t have practice so I can explore. A quick ride would have to suffice today. Putting my foot in the stirrup, I pull myself up and swing my leg over Indy just as Ransom comes walking out with his beast of a jet-black horse, the white star between his eyes in stark contrast to the shiny darkness of his coat. He is one of the proudest, most beautiful horses I’ve seen in a long time.
Of course, the thrill-seeking, bull rider John Ransom rides a stallion. I ask, “How many hands tall? He’s massive.”
“He’s about 16.”
“A little over, I think.” He just nods at me. “Hey, stud, what’s your name?”
Ransom laughs as his horse starts nodding at me. “Watch out. He’s a flirt.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
Stopping a good distance away, Ransom calls his name and tells him to be still. “Ah, Night as in dark or Knight as in warrior?” I ask.
“Warrior,” he says as he swings into the saddle. I have to take a deep breath to calm my erratic heart when he throws his leg over the powerfully muscled animal.
“I like it.
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