A very good moral.
Amy groaned as her father stood in front of her horse examining her stirrups.
"Daddy! I like the stirrups how they are! This is the 3rd time you've changed them! They are comfortable; I like my stirrups really long!"
Her father replied, "They aren't even. You need your stirrups even. They are too long, they're are longer than mine!"
Amy angrily hopped off her horse so her dad could fix her stirrups again. After enough beginning, her left them long, but even.
Amy smiled with satisfaction. Her dad was wrong! After years of getting the same lecture, Amy had been right. She was at a rodeo and had just finished her barrel run. Her horse had gone off pattern and fought her hard. He moved the bit to where she had no control. She had grabbed the saddle horn at one point too. Now, Andy a man who has two daughters who constantly won the barrel racing class was giving her and her father tips.
"When you go around the barrel use one hand and have the other on the horn."
Amy thought, "Oh, yeah. I was right. I'll never let him live this one down."
"What! A tie-down! You always told me how bad they were. You said that the horse can't stretch out their neck and will fall easier with one on."
"It was Andy's idea. His daughter had the same problems with her horse and a tie-down solved the problem. Besides, Buddy is as nimble as a goat. You couldn't knock him down."
Amy remained quiet as they purchased the black tie-down for her horse. She was furious. She knew nothing good would come out of it.
The tie-down really helped Buddy. Deep down Amy knew it was working, but hated admitting it.
The tie-down wasn't the only change. Soon her father made her shorten up her reins like the other girls.
"Daddy, how will I use the reins without leaning forward a mile? He turns too stiff with reins this short!"
"Both of you will get use to it."
Andy had also suggested placing cones around the barrels to give her an idea of where to turn. Her dad wasn't for the idea.
"If we put up the cones, what will you do at the rodeo when don't have them?"
"I'll see it in my head! The cones will really help."
"I don't think so."
"Please!" She begged.
"Where do you keep your leg pressure when you turn?" Amy's father asked.
"You're doing it wrong. See, if you put it on the other leg it will push you….
Amy tuned him out. When she heard him stop talking she said,
"We are talking about the same thing. We are just confusing each other."
Her father gave her a look and said disgustedly, "You and Buddy haven't come close to coming off, so it's fine."
Amy took away the cones after enough convincing. Now she was having a hard time visualizing where to turn and was coming too close to each barrel. Even with coming too close, this was her best run yet. It was just practice, but it was great.
Buddy smoked through each turn. He wheeled around the first turn, and zipped even faster around the second. Amy had to catch herself. She had been doing that a lot lately. She always came close to falling off.
One more barrel to go. The third barrel Buddy always turned fast. Filled with excitement, Amy gave him an extra nudge as she neared the barrel. As he turned it with perfectly, her leg hit the edge of the barrel. She ignored it. The barrel began to tip as Buddy lurched forward.
"This is going to be fast!"
Just as she thought that the third barrel stopped leaning and hit the ground with a loud band. Buddy jumped sideways catching her off-guard. In early summer she would have been able to catch herself, but now she was holding on from the side of her horse. She tried to push up from her stirrup, but couldn't get the right pressure. She tried to grab the horn, but missed.
"I can't pull myself back up!"
So, she pushed off of Buddy and hit the ground. Amy jumped up quickly holding her side. Her dad jumped up and asked,
"Are you alright?!"
Amy responded, "What was that you said about leg pressure?"
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