The Horse Who Could Talk

Chapter 1

"I like you more than the first horse. We just didn't click, and I don't like her. But you, I think you're a keeper." This is the first thing I said to my new horse, Necromancer. I had just sold my Arab that I had sadly outgrown, and I was in the mix for another horse. The horse I tried before Necromancer was a big, wide, lazy mare, and I didn't like her at all. But I liked this one a lot. I turned to my trainer and asked her what she thought.

My trainer, named Kelly, is fantastic. She taught me everything I know about riding, from the basics to jumping. She's been so much like a mom to me. I help her before and after horse shows, joke with her, and we just have a lot of fun together.

The horse's name is Necromancer. He is a 16 2 black thoroughbred, with a big body and even bigger potential. Just without any English training, he had 5 inches of over reach in the back end. That is amazing, for a horse with no English training.

"I love the way he moves, and I think he's make an excellent dressage horse, and an even better jumper." Turning to the owner, she said, "Is he still 2500 dollars?"

The owner nodded her head, and we bought him on the spot. I handed her the check. While Kelly was doing the paperwork, I took Necromancer's lead rope in my hands, and looked him square in the eyes. I could sense something that wasn't there with my Arab… Perhaps intelligence? A personality? I don't know, but I did know he was special. And I wouldn't know more until much later. I pet him on his nose, offered him some treats, and just gave him a big hug.

I led him to the trailer, and tried to walk in with him following me. But he refused to go in. The trailer was a three horse slant, so the trailer was not scary. He just didn't want to go in. My trainer saw what was happening, and went to get a lounge whip. I looked at him, and said "You better get in here. Kelly's coming with a whip." All horse riders talk to their horses, has I had done with my Arab.

I backed him away from the trailer, and turned him around, and went for another try. He walked right in. I didn't even have to pull. Kelly came around with the whip, saw it was pointless, and went to go put it back. I thanked the owner for the horse, and we were off.

During the 3 hour car ride home, Kelly and I talked about a training schedule for Necromancer, how she had a saddle that might fit him, etc. I was very tired, and drank a bunch of soda to stay awake. It was a battle to stay awake. I just occasionally nodded to Kelly, grunted acknowledgement, and said "Sure." When we finally were home, it was a relief just to get out and stretch my legs.

After stretching my legs, I backed Necromancer out of the trailer. He took a look around, and began to eat. It was obvious this didn't affect him at all. I walked with him around the fence line, as you're always supposed to do with a new horse. Once we had completed that, I introduced him to every other horse in the herd. Since they all liked him and didn't try to hurt him, I let him go.

As I slid his halter off, he turned around and walked away like this was nothing new to him. I knew he was special, if he could take moving to a new place and owners without even flinching. So I walked back to my car, thanked Kelly, and drove off. When I got home, my parents were very eager to know how it went, who I chose, so I filled them in on everything. I told them how he was an ex-racer the lady had bought for barrels, but failed to realize he is 16 2. It is very hard to do barrels with a horse that size. They laughed, and I was free to go. I immediately went upstairs, and crawled into bed. I was very tired from riding two horses in one day. My dreams were haunted by that look he had given me. There was something unusual there.