My father decided we needed a horse to ride to our one-room schoolhouse. So he went to an auction and bought an old (I mean "old") gray mare, she was swaybacked and all. My sister and I had never ridden much at all, especially double and bareback. So off we went, thinking how great.
All was fine until time to go home the first afternoon. There were 2 older neighbor boys that rode a small Shetland pony. They thought they would really have some fun with us on our big old gray mare. They came up running behind us and yelled like "Ride , em Cowboy!" or something. That spooked our mare who started running, too! In not too great a distance my sister slid to one side and pulled me off and we both fell on the hard ground. We didn't ride the rest of the way home.
La Salle, Colorado
(Editor's Note: "Molly" soon passed away, and the girls walked the rest of that year.)
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