After our second break, my fever must have come back, because I had lost the fear that's been my constant companion since the accident. So I asked if he could lower my stirrups and could we go a little faster? As you can imagine, he jumped at the suggestion.
"Just a little trotting," he suggested.
"Sounds like a plan," I responded.
Well, I don't know what you call trotting out west, back east we call what we did a fast canter, which then progressed to a hand gallup and then we flat out galluped all the way back to the corral. I have never in my entire life ridden that fast. But a strange thing happened during our wild ride, I lost the fear, hopefully for good. I need to work on balance, but I'm back in the saddle again.
Oh yes, this was the mustang that I rode.
YeeHA, call me Jane Wayne