She knew all the big horse words like dressage, cadence and farrier. I was an idiot who had no business being in a saddle. It was only my basest desires that brought me to the trail that day, hanging on for dear life atop a beast trying to throw me off with every step. Somehow my screaming failed to clue her in to my distress. I became aware of this when she yelled, "Hey, lets run this part!" She kicked her heels and her horse took off and my horse followed. The ground slammed into my face. Gravity won again.
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