The Arabians, the Quarter Horses, and the Journey Part 5

The story begins here

With J's place being split in half and a new house to be built, that didnt allow my Brother and I access to his property or horses for who knew how long. I wasnt sure where I would get my horse fix from. Mother was still adament that they would not pay for lessons. I was only forutnate that J let me ride horses in exchange for help around the property.

Months went by and no word from J yet as to when we could come back. I sadly went about my school work, and sat around the house bored after wards. On a neighborhood bike ride, I noticed a few blocks away that a huge amount of property was being cleared. It revealed a barn and fenced pastures.  In an adult conversation I listened into once, I heard there was rumor of a horse program moving into there. I was excited for this notion and eagerly waited to find out more.

More months passed and I began to give up hope of a program opening up. But one day, I saw horses in the first pasture.  I stopped my bike on the side of the rode and watched the horses for hours. It was a small herd, a red dun, a brown one, and a spotted one.

I got lucky one day as I peddled by, there were people up there with the horses. I parked my bike at the road like usual and watched as the woman gave a lesson. After maybe twenty minutes or so, they took notice and waved for me to come up the driveway.

I peddled my bike up the dirt drive to the barn and fenceline. The woman, LF approached and said she saw me watching, was there something I needed? In my usual plea, I asked if I could exchange some work for riding lessons, to which she agreed.

I was so excited. Now there were horses only two blocks away from my house. There was no way I could not go and ride them now.

Part 6