Fun and Games

"What was that?" I called out to Andy who was off to the side of the dirt road.

"Oh great," he said, thoroughly disgusted and shaking his head.

Together, we took off after the dark shadow that was trying to elude the two men on horseback.

Divine Intervention

With saddle leather creaking, I was in tune with Amber, a recently purchased sorrel quarterhorse, as my body swayed in the rhythm of her strong stride.  We left the house, cut across hay meadows and pushed straight up the dark canyon's logging road to get to the summer pasture on top of the ranch.  Thankfully, no bears were encountered this time and as we crested to the sagebrush flats, Hugo, my red heeler, jumped on the opportunity to dart past us.  Amber, unbeknownst to me, was competitive.  On her own, she broke into a kidney-bruising trot to regain the lead.  Despite her unfriendly pace, I smiled at her spirit.