Fire Breathing Red Head

Mustang Diaries Archive on February 18, 2011, 21:49

A week had passed since my last ride. Things were busy, with Curt working on his house projects and me not wanting to distract him. But that day, he said let's ride, so I did.

And then I left.

Tika had been moved home while I was gone over the weekend, and this time she didn't move back. Once more, she sat. The wind was blowing and there was no way I was going to step into that stirrup and climb on her back when she was snorting and blowing. No way.

But today the sun was out, and the air was calm and warm. I turned Tika out for a bit, and she didn't